#there is already a significant amount of pussy being put into them

[paging-possum]

Debating how much pussy to put into these drawings

[cinnamonest]

Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask.  Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

[x-chubby-reader]

Oh MY GOD what about Bakugou, kirishima, and sero who get hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler or whatever and they’ve got the biggest crush on their chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺

A/N - I literally love this idea so much, thanks to @fandom-fander for helping out with this headcannon.

Not Prof Read

Lowercase Intentional

Cursing

Toddler!Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero x Plus size reader

Bakugo

aizawa sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with the angry pomeranian in minature form

he decided to leave the boy with the class and let them decide among themselves on who should watch the little firecracker for the day

extra credit anyone?

everyone immediately pinned the responsibility on you

kirishima, he didn't feel like getting screeched at by a small bakugo and needed to apparently go study

he also knew that bakugo had a fondness for you in his teenage form, so why not see if he still has it

fr little bakugo pretends to hate your guts

somehow this little toddler has the most hurtful insults

“you can't even get a boyfriend? that's pretty sad.”

suddenly choking out a child is okay

do it… no one has to know how it happened

even though he had pretended to hate you, he still kept trying to show off to you 

you decided to take him out on a little bike/tricycle ride? homeboy flipped it trying to show off how fast he could go and then proceeded to complain about scraping his knee

hey at least he got your attention

he is a literal leash kid fight me oh my god

bakugo will simply run away

you expected him to listen? oh you're in for a surprise

the only option that you give him is to either wear the embarrassing monkey pack or to hold your hand

he immediately grabs your hand and is literally so giddy and its adorable my lord-

smiles for days my heart i can’t-

he may seem all happy and nice, but that can flip in a minute

he’s the biggest brat sometimes and you are literally this close to punting him across the room

you don't get him something that he wants? little pomeranian boy will turn into a velociraptor child in an instant

the decimals that that kids voice can reach up to is kind of impressive not going to lie

“no bakugo, you can't have that right now maybe later-”

screech

thankfully he tires himself out quick enough to set him down for a nap

but nothing is ever simple, is it?

he wont go to sleep without you though, claiming that there are monsters and he needs to know where you are so he can protect you

no matter how many times you had explained to him that there weren't any monsters around, you slowly succumbed to his pleas

almost feeling bad for him, he just looked so serious about how you could get hurt that it made you feel bad

you didn't notice how much taking care of a kid took out of you until now

you had made a mental note to apologize to your mom for having to deal with you when you were younger later

As soon as you settled down on the couch with the toddler laying on top of you, you almost instantaneously passed out

oh boy were you in for a surprise when you woke up to a teen bakugo, still curled into your torso

he looked up to you after feeling you stir, he almost had a smirk on his face before burying his head back  into you 

mostly to hide the redness spreading over his face, he wasn’t going to admit that he was blushing

no way in hell

he just mumbled a “later” before his breaths softened into a steady pace

yeah, you may be stuck here for a bit

Kirishima 

you were there for the whole thing

red-top had pushed you out of the way of an incoming quirk blast and suffered the consequences

he became young again, almost too young

you felt bad

and who wouldn’t

so of course you took it upon yourself to watch him until the effects wore off

the thing you learned about him was that he was an even touchy-er child

homeboy just wanted to be held all the time

just climbing up and latching himself onto your calf

it was adorable but hard to walk with

If you pick him up, you’ve basically sworn an oath with the devil himself

you cannot put him down 

ever 

he gives the most pitiful looks when you do and drags his feet when you walk

he also wont leave you alone

so curious in whatever your doing at that exact moment

and he is impressed by everything you do

“what are you doing?”

“reading”

“wow so cool!”

a bug came in through the window and he screamed

you walked in all nonchalant, grabbed your shoe, and smacked that some of a bitch into a next dimension

he lit up omfg

“wow y/n, that was so manly!”

you brought him in to class since it had been a school day and were too afraid to tell aizawa about the incident

the girls were literally all over him

i mean, who wouldn’t be all over an adorable and friendly (looking at you bakugo) kid?

and the pebble boy was lapping up the attention like a thirsty dog on a hot day

you never expected him to act like this

shy maybe, but then again he was pretty outgoing in his teenage form

he was grinning from ear to ear

literally posing like a mini body builder and making little huffing noises

even you couldn’t help it, letting a little aww out like most of the other girls

this had been causing a slight disturbance to the class

so the whole going to school thing was pointless as aizawa sent the two of you home anyways

he is already a tired dad, he dosen’t need to be dealing with a toddler right now

putting the little strongman on your back you began to walk

you had been hoping that the effects would wear off in a few more hours 

but nothing ever goes to plan dose it?

while you had been walking, you noticed a significant weight increase, but just decided to ignore it

hey you were more sturdy and thicc, you wern’t no pussy, why stop all of a sudden because of the extra weight?

the only single thing that had alerted you to kiri being fully back was the whisper in your ear

instead of a sqeaky and mousy voice, you heart a more smooth and even comment

“hey stranger”

girl you dropped him and ran, him having to catch up to you

he has the audacity to give you a heart attack, he better suck it up

Sero

this was the same situation as bakugo, aizawa just didn’t want to deal with the kid

and especially a kid who kept mixing up two languages

he really was just so one

aizawa gave him the option to go to anyone

of course he ran straight to you, clinging onto your calf, as that was as high as he could reach

hey you looked the most inviting and least scary

he was literally terrified of bakugo and almost started to bawl is eyes out when he went near him

though he calm down slightly when he went down to get to a similar height as him. 

why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to watch a cute little kid and skip class

hey, aizawa said whoever watched him got extra credit

but there soon was a slight problem that you noticed

well not really a problem, but more of a hurdle

with sero being raised in a household that spoke both english and spanish, he started to mix the two, not knowing any better

he would be asking for “leche” and you would just stand there trying to understand with your limited vocab

just the loading circle above your head whenever he started to talk

but you managed with google translate and going off of the vast amount of spanish soap operas you watched at 3 am once a week

surprisingly, he was a very artistic kid

at least every ten minutes he would walk over to you and hand you a squiggly picture of a flower, you, or him and you holding hands

and he would just giggle before running away to make another

bro heart go melt 

being pre occupied with some papers that the father teacher had sent home with you, sero couldn’t get your attention

he might of forgotten your name and got stuck in a predicament

then the most rational thing popped into his head

well his dad called his mom “mi amor” and you and his mom were both pretty ladies

it made total sense to him so he went with it

“hey...”

nothing

“hey...”

nothing again

“hey... mi amor~”

your head shot up immediately

since he noticed that the name had gotten your attention, he just started using it

when he had shifted to being a teen again, the two of you never mentioned the name again

until a few days later when he was back to normal in class

homeboy was trying to get your attention and the multiple taps on the shoulder weren't cutting it

he got an idea

“hey... mi amor~”

yep that got you immediately

and he still uses that nickname for you

[ericspinkhair]

wedding fun

pairing: dom!eric, dom!sunwoo x sub! reader (no gender specified but has a vagina)

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: it’s Changmin’s sister’s wedding and his younger sibling gets super drunk and loses their virginity to Eric and Sunwoo

a/n: please send in requests!

y/s/n = your sister’s name

pt. 2

masterlist + requests

Tears were welling up as you saw your beautiful sister walk down the aisle, holding onto your dad’s arm. She looked absolutely stunning with her dark hair in a fancy updo and the silver makeup shimmering on her face. Her eyelids were painted a lovely purple and the exact same color could also be found on all the bridesmaids’ dresses. After all, it was her favorite color.

Y/s/n took the hands of her very-soon-to-be-husband and looked him deep in the eyes. Everyone in the room could see the love these two had for each other. You were wondering whether you would ever be able to find this kind of love in your life. This far you had been unsuccessful and being alone scared you. But being an idol also made having a significant other very difficult so you love would not be an option for a long time.

Immersed in your own thoughts, you were taken by surprise when you heard “I do’’ already coming out of your sisters mouth.

“And do you, Kim Hanseob, take y/s/n as your beloved wife and promise to stay by her side until death do you part?’’ The room was filled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to answer. You swore to god if he didn’t say yes you’d haunt him down and make sure to kick him there where it really - “I do,” he said and before the priest could continue he had already cupped your sister’s face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks and tried to wipe them away. Your eyes met your brother's, Changmin, who also appeared to be crying and he flashed you a big smile. You grinned back.

Then your gaze fell onto your fellow members who were applauding loudly and cheering. Both your and Changmin's group were invited to sing later. That's why Changmin was sitting with his ten friends/co-workers/members in the audience and, on top of that, six girls were waiting for you there as well. You stood up there in your purple dress near your sister as you had the honor of being the bridesmaid (ever since you were little you had made it very clear that that position would be yours and threatened your sister with various horrifying scenarios in case she chose someone else).

After everyone gave heartbreaking speeches, it was time to dance and get wasted. At least that was what seemed to be planned for you. During your sister’s speech, she told everyone to get you drunk. Apparently that was her biggest wish for the night and only after that could she truly be happily married. You had turned twenty not even two months ago (Korean age) and are now a legal adult who could do adult things like drinking. The first glass was handed to you by Changmin who would not answer what kind of liquor it was and maybe half an hour later you felt quite tipsy.

Y/s/n had requested you to sing ‘Always By Your Side’ (her favorite b-side of your group) so that’s what your group performed. After that The Boyz sang ‘Break Your Rules’ and, surprisingly, Changmin’s friend Sunwoo seemed to be the most into it. Maybe it was the alcohol but you couldn’t stop staring at his luscious lips and pretty smile. His positive energy spread like a virus and the corners of your mouth wouldn’t go down.

Just as you had finished your seventh glass, another one was held right in your face.

“Having fun?” Eric teased you as you took a couple of big sips and smiled contentedly. You had never realized how beautiful this man was. His sharp jawline and divinely carved nose seemed to catch your attention. Gosh, has he always been this attractive? Noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, Eric smirked at you.

You danced a little bit together and just jammed out to the music. You tried not to look at him in fear you might not be able to take your eyes off of him. You had always sworn that Changmin’s friends were off limits. Especially his members. But it wasn’t your fault that he had decided to look so damn fine in his suit today.

Suddenly someone tapped you on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw a fine as hell looking Sunwoo smiling brightly at you two. He was holding a tray with shots and handed them to you. Y’all linked arms and downed the liquor. Since you've had multiple glasses already, you didn’t even really feel the burn in your throat anymore.

You did silly dances like the floss or copied the point dance of ‘Shine’ by Pentagon. Then the music took a different direction and suddenly ‘Whiplash’ by NCT127 was blasting through the speakers. Now you had to adjust your dancing accordingly. Eric and Sunwoo came a lot closer and you could feel their breaths on your face and neck. Not really caring anymore you gave in and moved your body to the rhythm. One of the boys was grinding from the front and one from the back and you could feel something hard poking you from both sides. You ground your body on the two boys and were enjoying how their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only as Sunwoo started placing wet kisses on your neck did you become aware of your surroundings again. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring but the rest seemed to be equally as drunk and immersed in their own stuff. Changmin was having a dance contest with one of your members and Kevin was twerking on the side.

You let out a moan as Eric sucked a hickey on your collar bone. Not wanting them to stop but also being kind of embarrassed at being in a public space, it took you all of your restraint to groan out a “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” wasn’t necessarily the response you had expected. The suggestion had come from Eric who was now caressing your sides while coming dangerously close to your chest. At this point Sunwoo was humping your butt from behind. Your panties were soaked and you were rubbing your legs. Your whole body was screaming to say yes and leave with these two sexy men.

“I know a perfect place here where we can take good care of you. Do you want us to spoil you, baby? We can make you feel so good. You’ll be screaming our names all night. Do you want that?” Sunwoo whispered into your ear. At this proposition you nodded eagerly and the alcohol in your system made your head spin. The triumph was visible in Eric’s face and he took you by your hand and led you away.

As soon as the door to the hall closed, Sunwoo spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. Your inexperience was overpowered by your intoxicated state of mind. The alcohol seemed to take over and your mouth and tongue moved on their own.

“As much as I would like to join you, we need to go quickly before someone sees us,” Eric urged you and you parted in dismay. The venue your sister had rented for the wedding was huge and you found yourself locked in a room on the fourth floor, far far away from the rest (most importantly from Changmin).

The beautiful purple dress was now lying somewhere in a corner (but you made sure they took it off carefully) and your bra was nowhere in sight. Pressed against the wall both of your nipples were being taken care of by the two boys. Someone was biting, someone was licking and it all felt like heaven. Sunwoo’s thigh in between your legs prevented you from rubbing your legs together but you still got a good amount of friction and rubbed yourself on his muscle.

“Who knew that y/n could be so horny? My leg is completely wet from your pussy.”

“Then take your pants off,” you contered, not knowing what exactly came over you. Sunwoo, as well as Eric, wasted no time in discarding their pants and underwear and left you staring at the two most beautiful dicks you had ever seen. And also the first ones. You didn’t move, not really knowing what to do. They must have noticed too as they each took your hand and led it to their cocks. They slowly guided your hands up and down their shafts. After a while they let go and you rubbed a bit quicker, enjoying the effect you had on them.

The logical next step was to suck so you knelt down. First, you let your tongue taste Sunwoo’s tip and he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling more confident, you started by licking up his shaft before wrapping your mouth around the head. It was big and tasted a bit salty but it felt so good knowing that you were bringing pleasure to this pretty boy.

“Baby, do you want to taste me too?” asked Eric and you switched. Now you were sucking Eric’s length and stroking Sunwoo. Eric let out small moans and grabbed your hair tightly. You looked up at him and admired his physique (you hadn’t noticed that they had taken off their shirts).

They took turns using your mouth and even started gently thrusting and you were a bit overwhelmed with how thick they were. Eric’s pumps were getting quicker but suddenly pulled out. Did you do something wrong?

“Fuck, y/n! You’re going to make me come already. We haven’t even shown you the real thing.” Sunwoo helped you stand up and then pulled your panties down. He picked you up and lay you down on the bed. Before you could register anything happening, you suddenly felt something very wet connecting with your heat. Sunwoo had licked a strip up your pussy. Your body arched as he sucked on your clit, the sensation feeling overwhelming.

“Look how sensitive y/n is. I wonder how our baby will react when we put our dicks inside.”

“I’m a virgin!” you suddenly blurt out. You weren’t sure why you told them but it probably wasn’t wrong to let them know.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eric responded while Sunwoo began fucking you with his tongue, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sunwoo moved to the side and Eric took his place in between your thighs. He then planted a big kiss on your lips as he pushed one finger inside. The sensation felt a bit foreign. Of course you had fingered yourself before but having someone else do it was very different. Instead of going super fast like you had expected, he took his time. It was easy to adjust and soon you felt another finger at your entrance.

Your pussy took the second digit in as well but this time the discomfort was more noticeable. Apparently it was also visible on your face because Sunwoo began exchanging wet kisses with you and massaged your nipples as a distraction. He mumbled soft praises against your mouth, telling you how good you were being.

“I think y/n is ready,” Eric said after a while. You had been approaching your climax and felt a bit disappointed.

“You do have condoms, right?” you asked a bit panicked, remembering that you were not on the pill. Sunwoo stood up and picked out condoms from their pants. He held them up while smirking at you. Seems like they came prepared.

Once you felt more comfortable, you gave him a nod and he started moving. Sunwoo began very slowly but as you started showing signs of pleasure he increased his speed. He was placing hickeys all over your collarbone and neck and you were tugging at his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Eric watching you while stroking himself, patiently waiting for his turn. Slowly Sunwoo’s breaths and thrusts started becoming sloppier and then, while moaning out your name, he came hard in his condom.

Sunwoo rolled the condom over his hard penis and aligned himself at your entrance. He stroked your face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Try to relax.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as if to tell him that you were going to be just fine. He kissed you deeply as he pushed in. The sensation felt overwhelming so you grabbed onto Sunwoo’s arms. He held still while trying to distract you with kisses.

He was trying to catch his breath but Eric left him no time and pushed him aside. Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick right into you and began pumping. He started with an already high speed so you felt quite a strong sensation from the start. He held you by your hips and kept a fast pace. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he was fucking you hard. It didn’t hurt, it was like waves of pleasure were running over you. Since he had already jerked off when Sunwoo had had his turn, he didn’t last as long as the other boy did.

“Can I come on you?” he asked you as he picked up the speed even more. Barely being able to respond you slightly nodded and he suddenly pulled out. He took off the condom, stroked his throbbing length a few times and then shot his load all over your body. Some landed on your belly, some on your tits and some even on your face. Eric let out stuttering groans as he unloaded his cum onto you. Thinking you were done, you tried to get up but was quickly pushed back down onto the mattress.

“You didn’t come yet,” Eric stated matter-of-factly. He lowered his face to your heat and started lapping. You felt very sensitive and gasped in surprise when you felt Sunwoo playing with your clit. Damn, these boys definitely knew what they were doing. Like this, you came closer and closer to your high. At this point you were sure that you were screaming a lot but didn’t know whether anyone could comprehend your words. Feeling that you were almost there, Sunwoo and Eric picked up their pace and, not long after, your eyes rolled back into your head and darkness took over.

Your orgasm was very intense and wet. After your body had finished, you felt very weak and exhausted but satisfied. Not really being able to open your eyes again you just lay there. You barely noticed the boys cleaning you up before sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling extremely sore in between your legs. Opening your eyes was tough but when you did you wished you hadn’t. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. First of all, you were completely naked and so were the two boys next to you. Even worse was that these were your brother’s members, the only people you had sworn to avoid any romantic (let alone sexual) contact with. Your head was also hurting and you felt like throwing up. So this is what alcohol did to you.

Sunwoo and Eric seemed to be still sleeping so you just quickly dressed yourself and ran out of the room. How do you even deal with this kind of situation? Now you had to avoid Sunwoo and Eric for the rest of your life and also had to keep a big secret from Changmin. If he ever found out you’d be dead but what would happen to the two guys who had fucked you seemed to be an even worse fate. You felt kind of dirty having been used by two men but at the same time it had felt so good. You even came and that amount of pleasure was something you had never felt before. Sadly, this kind of scenario could only ever happen again in your dreams.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Cooking

gn!reader

person: georgenotfound

pronouns: they/them

warnings: cursing, yelling

word count: 1036

you were watching from a distance george horribly cook food. supposedly he was going to make a "full course meal". that was a load of crap.

the mozzarella sticks that he was currently making were too thick, he cut the cheese wrong. "hey y/n, how do you like the size of the cheese?" he asked of you. you lied, "yeah george, they look great."

you cringed, "why the fuck is it so thick, it's not supposed to be like that," you thought in your head. "we got approval of the significant other, lets coat it in bread crumbs and- wait, i'm not supposed to do that?" chat was spamming wrong, he accidentally added paprika to the eggs, he supposed to add it to the mixture of bread crumbs and flour. "shit, shit, chat, just forget the last 5 minutes yea?" he demanded.

you stopped laughing, "ohh george, you're shit at cooking." "SHUT UP Y/N YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE PANCAKES." he retaliated. "yeah, but at least i know that i suck, you just believe that you are the greatest chef in the world, like gordon ramsey." "no i do not." he pouted.

he placed the pan of the cheesy sticks inside the oven, setting a timer for 10 minutes. "ok chat, next we are going to do the steak, now be careful, and wash your hands before cooking." he grabbed the "steak seasoning" and placed a minimal amount of it on top of the meat. "ohhh, this is disgusting." he squinted.

"george, stop being a pussy and mix it, do it with some umphh." you told him. "just let me cook y/n without any distractions." you put your hands up, "ok big shot, just wait until you fuck something up, then you'll need my help." you stepped out of the way, and waited until he did something wrong with his "fantastic cooking".

"george, stop being a pussy and mix it, do it with some umphh." you told him. "just let me cook y/n without any distractions." you put your hands up, "ok big shot, just wait until you fuck something up, then you'll need my help." you stepped out of the way, and waited until he did something wrong with his "fantastic cooking".

he finished shyly mixing the seasoning with the steak, then coated a pan with barely to none oil. he put the steak on the pan, and watched as it sizzled. then, he flipped the steak on the other side and waited it to cook on that side. after he was done, he took the steak out of the pan, and placed it on a plate.

"chat, look what i did, im a 5-star chef BabY."

then suddenly, dream called him. "GEORGE CUT THE STEAK OPEN." he yelled at george, repeating his statement over and over again. "fine, just shut up." he cut open the steak with a knife, and showed chat on the camera. "see, i'm the best."

chat was spamming, "eat it". he tried a piece, and he felt like he was in heaven. "OHHH SHIT, THIS TASTES GOOD, Y/N DO YOU WANT SOME." you answered, "no thanks, i don't want food poisoning." "OHHH COME ONE, TRY IT, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT." "did you just quote dora, or i'm just crazy?" "nope, you're just crazy, but PWEASE, EAT IT."

"but didn't you say you did not want any "distractions". "YEAH, NOW YOU CAN DISTRACT ME." "fineee."

you went over to george, took a piece of the steak, and ate it. "george, i don't know what is wrong with your tastebuds, but it tastes like shit." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT TASTES BEAUTFIUL." "i'm just trying to be blunt, but it tastes like horse shit."

"YOU ARE OFFICIALLY BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN FOR THE REST OF THE DAY." "ok that's fine, as long as i don't taste your shitty food."

"I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE Y/N."

"me too george, me too."

"hey, that's mean."

"JK, LOVE YOU HONEY." you screamed from basically across the house.

he continued with being a 5-star chef, and his food ended up ehhh. the mozzarella sticks, at least most of them were burnt on the outside, the crepe was burnt, the steak was under-seasoned, and the potato fried were mushy, under-cooked, and not even crispy, like what, crispy fries are more delicious than soggy fries.

he called you back to the kitchen, "if i let you back in, will you promise me that you won't be mean to me?" "no promises." "y/nnn, stop it." he jokingly threatened you. "ok fine, what do you want?"

"i want you to try out the finished product."

"george, i'm definitely going to get food poisoning if i eat this shit."

"come on y/n, seriously, is all my food bad?"

"yes." you said bluntly. "y/n, just take one tiny bite." you scowled at him, "fine, but if i get poisoned by you, i'm suing."

"by the way, i suggest you don't eat the crepe, that part sucked."

you rolled your eyes, "ok then, will you let me eat now?"

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU." he hugged you. "calm down, there's children here." he was the one who now rolled his eyes, "fine, just eat." you took a bite of the mozzarella sticks first, "george, this is overly burnt on the outside, the only part that is actually good is the cheese part." you eat the fries next, "this is too under-cooked for my taste, also it's not even crispy, WHY ISN'T IT CRIPSY, THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF FRENCH FRIES, NOT EVEN KETCHUP CAN FIX THIS." you already tried the steak earlier, you didn't like how it was under-seasoned and under-cooked.

"WHY. DO. YOU. HAVE. TO. BE. MEAN. TO. ME." he fake cried. "at least it was me that ate it, if it was someone else they would've have died from how shitty this is." you responded. "chat, it's confirmed, y/n is a big bully." he pouted. "noo, i'm not george, it's just your ego being too big that made you disappointed." you teased.

"i don't like you, don't talk to me ever again." he turned away from you, crossing his arms. "sure george, sure, anyways want some chicken nuggies from McDonalds?"

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Gibbous Chapter 9

Chapter Title: The Thought of Fresh Meat Is Making Me Ill

Summary:  It was October. A month full of cheer for the macabre. A month where humans gleefully wore the skins of those they saw as monsters. A month that Virgil generally enjoyed. It was the one month out of the year where he felt the most alive. Yet somehow, for this year’s October, he felt dead inside. Like his body had turned into the rotting corpse of a zombie and his soul was somehow still trapped inside.

Pairings: platonic lamp & platonic sleepxiety

Chapter Word-Count: 5503

Warnings:  Verbal/Emotional Abuse, Anxiety, Depression, Paranoia, Arguing, Disassociation, Sensory Overload (Yeah this one isn't gonna be a particularly happy one, Virgil Is Spiraling Mentally Big Time)

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Surprise b*tch, bet you thought you saw the last of me! I'm back for my yearly update--this chapter is dedicated to all the lovely comments people have left on previous chapter! Also!! I rewrote a significant amount of Crescent Chapter 3 and added onto Gibbous Chapter 5, the latter you might want to reread as it adds a bit to the opening scene of this chapter.

Chapter title taken from "I know I'm a Wolf" from the Young Heretics!

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In books, there was always a perfect, logical sense of progression. Stories were generally told in a three-act structure. The setup, the midpoint and the resolution. The beginning of a story established the protagonist to the reader. It gave you details about their personality, their way of living, their wants and desires. Then the protagonist found themselves upended by an inciting incident.

Something that caused their way of living to never again be the same. Tension grew and grew as they sought to come about a way to continue living. Until it reached a climax, one where after which, they either thrived or withered away. In which case, the story ended as the protagonist returned to a new sense of normalcy.

One that would last until the next inciting incident came along to shake up their world once again.

Once one found this pattern, it was hard to ever see stories the same way again. There were certain things to always expect—things you could decipher before the story’s end. Real life, however, wasn’t quite like that.

Or at least this was what Logan had come to find. Sure, in many ways events in life played out like stories. There was an inciting incident, something that arose tension as one sought to solve the dilemma. It just wasn’t as neatly bound together like a story or even a math equation. Life was messy, complicated—it threw in plot twists or details that critics would claim lazy and unbelievable.

Logan was harshly reminded of this in the case of one Virgil Raine. He couldn’t understand—he was doing everything right, remaining patient and giving Virgil a chance to open up to Logan on his own time. Yet the human shied further and further away, all development he made since working at the library immediately erased. Virgil even shut out all notions of spending time outside work without explanation. It’d been weeks at this point with no result despite the attempts of Logan, Patton and even Remy, who was arguably the closet with Virgil.

Perhaps this was something that should be expected. Virgil rarely spoke about his past, but what little he shared, he had to fend mostly for his own from a young age. Whoever hurt Virgil caused him to believe again he couldn't rely on anyone but himself.

Logan was not a particularly violent person. He'd been ignorantly cruel once upon a time, yes, but even back then he wasn't one to have the urge to kill people. The wolfish part of him begged to differ, as always. His instincts howled at him to find that person and tear them limb to limb. Better yet, they demanded he snatch Virgil away and bring him against his will to the pack, to safety. As much as Logan wanted this, logically he knew Virgil might never fully trust Patton or himself ever again despite their good intentions. Illogically, he couldn’t bring himself to do the one thing he swore he’d never do again, even if it was for Virgil's safety.

He pondered this, sitting in front of a mountain of paperwork. It was late, too late for him to still be at the library. He couldn’t bring himself to move from his desk, not until he figured something out. He gnashed sharpened teeth in agitation, gripping his hair with claw-like fingernails. It didn't help that normally this time of the month, his cognitive thinking skills were usually in a different state of being. If he wasn't careful, the cleaning staff might find a wolf rampant in the library the next morning.

His phone rang just then, some meme-related ringtone Roman picked out that he’d found funny. Logan snatched it up and answered it.

“Patton, listen, I will be home soon I am just finishing up—”

“I’m not Patton,” The person on the other line cut in, “It’s me, Remy.”

“Oh,” Logan cleared his throat, thrown off by this revelation, “is something the matter?”

“Yeah, something’s the matter alright,” Remy said, his voice hoarse, “I fucked up big time with Virgil.”

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It was October. A month full of cheer for the macabre. A month where humans gleefully wore the skins of those they saw as monsters. A month that Virgil generally enjoyed. It was the one month out of the year where he felt the most alive. Yet somehow, for this year’s October, he felt dead inside. Like his body had turned into the rotting corpse of a zombie and his soul was somehow still trapped inside.

He supposed it had something to do with how September slipped from his fingers much in the way that his phone slipped from Jerad’s fingers. Falling all the way down, down, down, breaking upon the asphalt below into a million tiny pieces. Tried as he might, the memory haunted him in the waking world as well as his dreams.

 Only, in his dreams, sometimes it was him that fell to the ground. Like a shoddy version of Humpty Dumpty. Remy, Patton and Logan would try to fix him to no avail. They’d always leave, scoffing that it wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t cry or reach out towards them, begging for them to return. He could only lay there, broken and bleeding, watching as they abandoned him. Sometimes Roman showed up to gloat, mocking him for thinking they ever cared for him.

The worst thing about it? He knew it was going to happen in real life. It was only a matter of time. Even Jerad knew this.

“C’mon, you really want to hang out with them and not me, your friend?” Jerad scoffed, “what have they done for you? Have they helped out you when you couldn’t pay rent? Replaced your shitty phone for the best smartphone out there?”

“Well no but—”

“Face it, V-Man, they’re using you. They set you up with a new job, making you beholden to them and it’s sickening! They don’t actually care about you. Once they’ve had their fun jerking you around, they’ll just throw you out with the garbage. And I don’t want you coming to me, bawling like a baby, when it happens!”

As much as Jerad was a jerk, Virgil knew deep down he was right. He’d been so ecstatic at their displays of friendship, he didn’t even stop to consider it was all a façade. Maybe they themselves thought it was real, that they actually cared for him. But eventually they’ll realize the truth. That he’s a loser and nothing more.

Or maybe they already knew the truth and were merely toying with him. Virgil was just a human, mortal through and through. Remy, Patton and Logan were all near-immortal, unkillable save a well-placed piece of silver and a stake of wood in Remy’s case. At least with Jerad, he was honest. He knew Virgil was a loser and made it clear he only hung out with Virgil because it was better than nothing.

Jerad had been nice to Virgil lately—or nice as Jerad could be at least. He’d insisted on occasionally giving Virgil rides to and from work. An offer Virgil couldn’t refuse—no matter how hard his heart thudded against his chest with Jerad’s sharp swerves and his blaring car radio. He taken to asking about Virgil’s day even, asking where he’d been and what he’d been doing. He even took Virgil out to bars and clubs in an attempt to get him to loosen up.

Virgil wanted to tell him he’d rather set himself on fire than willingly enter a noisy nightclub. However every time his lips went to form those words, he found himself saying yes always. So that was how he found himself dissociating in a noisy nightclub, holding onto a pink-colored alcoholic beverage he faked taking a sip from.

A hand knocked jokingly against his forehead. “Yo, Virgin!”

Virgil blinked, his gaze blearily onto Jerad. It was hard to concentrate with all the flashing lights and loud music. He wanted to crawl underneath his beloved purple fleece blanket in his dark, silent bedroom and never leave. But he couldn’t leave just yet. Jerad had been nice to take him along to the club. If he’d asked leave now, he’d get upset. He knew eventually Jerad would get upset at him for something, but he preferred to delay that as long as possible.

“Yeah?” Virgil mumbled, curling his fingers tighter around the alcoholic drink that had been hoisted upon him. Jerad knew he didn’t like alcohol—it was something he ridiculed Virgil about constantly. He always insisted on Virgil drinking, saying he’d stop being a pussy and man up eventually about it.

“Are you high or something? You looked like you were seeing into the third dimension or something.”

Virgil shrugged. Jerad laughed at that, patting him on the back. Virgil tensed from each thud of Jerad’s hand, but he did not flinch or move away. It was a friendly gesture on Jerad’s part. If he wanted to really hurt Virgil, he would’ve put more force behind it.

“Probably not! You’re too much of an anxious wimp,” Jerad said, downing the contents of his drink, “but let me know if you ever get man enough to try it—your good friend Jerad has connections.”

“Okay.” Virgil said, his voice sounding far off in the distance to his own ears.

Jerad laughed again, and then started rambling about something probably among the lines of his most recent hookup, his parents being jerks for not giving him a new sports car or the latest college professor he deemed a complete idiot. Virgil stared at him, nodding all the right moments yet barely processed any of the words being directed his way.

 Even with lungs filled with air and a warm beating heart, Virgil felt nothing. He was nothing. A worthless sentient waste of space. Like an ugly mutt nobody wanted that should be euthanized to end its miserable existence.

His phone—the replacement one Jerad gave him—vibrated in his pocket. A text, no doubt from one of the others. The fourth one this night. Virgil’s hand twitched, refraining from looking at it in the presence of Jerad. Virgil didn’t feel like losing a second phone within a month of the first.

“Um, hey,” Virgil interrupted, wincing, “I gotta go use the bathroom, is that alright?”

“’Is that alright?’” Jerad mimicked in a high pitch tone, “Dude, is this elementary school or something? You want a hall pass? Me to hold your hand the whole way there?”

Virgil stared at him.

Jerad rolled his eyes, “Go ahead, whatever. I don’t care if you take a dump, just be quick with it.”

“Thanks.” Virgil bit out, running off before Jerad could change his mind.

He twisted and pivoted around the crowd of sweaty, glistening bodies wearing skimpy clothing. The bright neon lights and loud music warped around him like something out of a nightmare. Eventually he made it to the restrooms and locked himself in the nearest stall. The pulse of his heart roaring in his ears, he drew the phone of his pocket.

Four New Text Notifications from Patton

Patton: [Image of a black cat that looked approximately a year old. It appeared to be nestled close to Patton’s chest, staring up at the camera in wide-eyed stare.]

Patton: Look at what I found on my evening walk! Isn’t she the cutest??

Patton: I’m trying to convince Logan to let me keep her. Maybe you can come visit tomorrow and meet her??

Patton: It’s ok if not! I know you’ve been busy and I want to let you know I’m here for you, you can come to me about anything okay?

Virgil’s vision blurred a bit. He didn’t understand it. Why hadn’t Patton given up already? It’s been weeks since he’s sent Patton a text. He’d been terrified, too, really. And in the few times he ran into Patton at the library, he made excuses and scurried the other way.

Logan was at least kind enough to exchange a few pleasantries and keep their verbal interactions work-oriented. And Remy? They still delved deep into discussions about their taste in music but there was an awkward unspoken agreement not to bring up what happened that one morning. Virgil also shied from hanging outside of work, hoping Remy would eventually forget about him. It seemed to be working; Remy hadn’t offered to hang out in about a week or so.

But Patton? Patton seemed determined to stay in contact with Virgil, sending his dumb silly memes and cute animal videos. He sent good morning and good night texts, while making sure Virgil knew he could respond to them on his own time. On one hand, it made sense—this was the same Patton who saved a complete stranger’s life for literally no reason. On the other hand, he wished Patton would give up. It would made things easier, make it hurt less for everyone.

His phone buzzed with a new text notification.

Jerad: Dude, did you fall in or something?

Virgil swallowed, wiping away any stupid tears running down his face. As he typed a response to Jerad with shaky hands, the bathroom door slammed open, banging against the wall. He almost dropped his phone in the process, silently cursing at how close he’d been to breaking yet another phone.

Several loud booming voices filled the bathroom, peppered with obnoxious laughter every half second. Virgil shut his eyes, resisting the urge to cover his ears also in the process. The noise was too much. It was too much in the club outside, but all those voices echoing off the small crammed walls of the bathroom made Virgil want to scream.

The door creaked open yet again, the voices venturing away from Virgil. Good, they were leaving so Virgil could finally self-destruct in peace. Or so he thought, as a set of footsteps stopped abruptly, wavering. The club music blasted from the doorway, drowning out whatever discussion took place.

Then the door swung shut, the roaring club music muted once more. Virgil waited, breath catching in his throat as the single set of footsteps took a couple strides towards him. Oh god, this was how he was going to die, wasn’t he? This was probably some serial killer with an obsession of killing people in night club restrooms.

This was, of course, the moment his phone started vibrating in his hand. A call. Someone was calling him in the final moments of his life. Virgil looked down at the caller id; Remy. His heartrate spiked, dancing so painfully close to what a heart attack must feel like. Why was Remy calling him? Was he at last going to tell him he was done with Virgil forever?

Virgil almost wanted to ignore the call. But then he glanced at the black boots hovering near his stall and gave it a second thought. If this was going to be how his life ended, it’d probably be best to say goodbye to someone at least. Sucking a breath in, he pressed the green phone icon and held the phone to his ears.

“Hi?” He whispered.

“Hey Virgil,” Remy said, echoing oddly in Virgil’s ears, “what are you up to tonight?”

Virgil glanced down at the black boots menacingly close to his stall, “Umm, I’m just home, chilling.”

“That’s a lie, Hon. I know you’re hiding in a stall of this bathroom.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Virgil couldn’t breathe.

Remy sighed, sounding so similar to the person outside the stall, “Please, let’s talk face to face, alright?”

This was some sort of trick to lure him out of the stall, wasn’t it? Still, with the hand not clutching tightly to his phone, he reached out and unlatched the stall door.

Remy stood there, expression hidden under his black shades. His hair was slicked back with gel, shimmering with a glitter of some sort. He wore his iconic black leather jacket with a black crop top underneath. His whole outfit was black, in fact, down to his ripped jeans and the ankle-length boots. Virgil had seen him wear something similar before to a college event he’d taken Virgil to.

“W-what are you doing here?” Virgil demanded.

“I could ask you the same,” Remy responded, eyebrows raised above his shades, “this isn’t your scene, Virge. What are you doing here?”

“I’m not answering unless you answer.” Virgil said, trying to ignore how much he sounded like a toddler.

“A few of my homies from the art program wanted to celebrate the end of mid-terms. This is the night club most of the college body hangs at.” Remy crossed his arms.

“And how did you know I was in here?”

“A few keen observations,” Remy mustered a thin smile. He tapped his nose for emphasis before drawing his finger close to his lips. Virgil’s eyes widened in understanding. Vampire senses, then. “But mostly, I’d recognize those faded converse of yours anywhere.”

“O-oh.”

“I answered your question, now it’s your turn, Virge.”

“I…” Virgil said, the rest of his words strangled in his throat. His phone buzzed in his hand; another impatient text from Jerad no doubt. He didn’t bother to look at it, choosing to focus on taking a breath in rather than going unconscious from a lack of oxygen.

He could tell Remy the truth. That he’d gone with Jerad—his roommate whom he used to complain to Remy about all the time. But then Remy would ask why he was with Jerad and then—well. Then Virgil would have tell him what happened the time he found him the night his phone broke and well, Virgil wasn’t ready for that. He couldn’t tell Remy about his humiliating mistake.

“I…went here to have a good time completely by myself.” Virgil withheld himself from wincing because wow that didn’t sound weird or suspicious in the slightest, “So you can go catch up with your friends or whatever, I’m good hanging out right here.”

“Right here, in the restroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Honey,” Remy said, his voice washed with some emotion Virgil couldn’t identify, “Let’s ditch this shithole and go somewhere else.”

“W-what—but your friends—” Virgil stammered.

“—will be fine without me. N-G-L they’ll probably too trying to give themselves alcohol poison even realize I’m gone,” Remy shrugged his shoulders, “besides, you don’t seem as gucci as you say you are in here and it’s been a while since we really hung out hung out, y’know?”

Virgil stubbornly directed his gaze away from Remy, jaw tightening. It had to be okay, didn’t it? Jerad was most likely to get too drunk to even coherent colors, let alone that Virgil slipped off without him. Maybe he wouldn’t be mad. Maybe he wouldn’t fly into a rage and come close to hanging him off a balcony. Besides Remy would be even more suspicious if he said no.

Virgil sighed, holding the home button on the phone until it shut off completely. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with Jerad calling him, demanding to know where he’d disappear off to, despite ditching Virgil all the time without warning.

“Alright, fine.”

Remy smiled, his teeth looking a little too sharp for Virgil’s liking. Wordlessly he turned aside and reached for the bathroom door.

Virgil swallowed, shoving the phone in his pocket to be forgotten about. Tried as he might, he still flinched as lively blare of the club’s music and flashing lights greeted him with full force. He froze, cowering before the threshold of the door. A hand landed on his shoulder, soft and gentle.

“Virgil?” Remy asked, his brows furrowing together.

Molten lava settled in the pit of Virgil’s stomach—pity. That was the expression on Remy’s face he couldn’t identify at first. He didn’t want pity; Virgil knew what pity meant. He didn’t want pity of any kind, it reminded him too much of the foster parents that looked at him like he was some feral dog that could be whipped into obedience. And sure, Remy had never hurt him but it didn’t mean Virgil forgotten about that morning spent at Remy’s dorm a month back.

Eyes lit up with a burning, controlled fire. Words hissed through a clenching jaw, “Tell me their name and I’ll beat them up for you.”

If Remy was willing to hurt who he deemed as threats to Virgil, who’s to say he wouldn’t be willing to hurt Virgil? To reprimand Virgil, to let him know how much of an idiot he was being? It sounded absurd, even now, because he’d known Remy for almost a year. Remy had plenty opportunities up to now to do something and hadn’t. Yet he was a vampire; years were nothing to him. He had plenty of time to wait for Virgil to slip up in some way and make his irritation known.

And Virgil knew by now to expect the other shoe to drop in a relationship—it was why he distanced himself, isolated himself to solely to work and his cramped little room at the apartment. He was foolish to believe Remy, Patton and Logan were different. Logan and Patton especially—what was he thinking? Patton saved him, sure, but Logan had been hellbent on locking him in their basement for the eternity of time. Why had ever he allowed himself to accept their apologies, to believe something was going right in his life for once?

“I’m fine.” Virgil snarled, shoving himself forward. It was like marching into a warzone, the music assaulted his ears and rattled uncomfortably against his chest cavity. He grimaced, keeping his eyes towards the floor, away from the flashing lights. He stopped a bit before the ocean of bodies that stood between them and the entrance.

He knew if he looked up, he could make out the back of Jerad’s shirt from his spot at the bar. Stupid, this was so stupid. Why had he allowed himself to get talk into this by Remy? There was no doubt in his mind that Jerad would catch him trying to leave and rightfully demand why he was ditching him for Remy. It was a shit thing to do, after all.

Friends don’t ditch one another without explanation. Jerad left him, sure, but he always had an explanation after the fact. Virgil didn’t think Jerad would like his explanation very much. Especially when it involved Remy, one of the people Jerad had been trying to warn him about.

A hand gracefully looped itself around one of his own, tugging him off to the side rather than through the crowd. Virgil looked to see Remy guiding them towards a set of doors, ones clearly marked for employees only.

“Remy—”

“Shhh, this is a faster way outta here, trust me.” He said, flashing a smile. Perhaps it was meant to be comforting but for Virgil it only caused his stomach to churn.

Right before they made it to the doors, an employee materialized in front of them. “Excuse me, sirs, you’re not allowed back here—”

“Cindy, gurl, remember me, Lansing? Worked here last summer? Do you remember, yeah?” Remy lowered his shades to take a look at her. Virgil peered behind him, unable to view Remy’s face. He could see Cindy’s face, however. Her face pinched up in confusion, frowning, before abruptly smoothening out with a wide grin stretched from ear-to-ear. She looked right at Remy, her gaze shifting entirely off of Virgil as if he no longer existed.

“Lansing, oh! Oh yes, I remember.” Cindy said, with a high-pitched laugh. Virgil shrunk further back into Remy’s shadow, squeezing Remy’s hand tightly. Something was wrong and he didn’t like it. Remy never mentioned working as a bartender—and that wasn’t quite something Remy would be quiet about. Virgil could just  picture the outrageous bartending stories he’d have if that was the case.

Remy laughed along with her, light and airy.

“Good, then can ya do a fellow former co-bartender a favor and let us slip through, just this once?”

“Gurl, of course, just if you caught don’t let Gregory know I was the one that let you pass.” She leaned in conspiratorially, face twitching a bit.

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t see us again, in fact forget that you even saw us. I’d love to stay and catch up, but I bet you have things to do.”

She laughed again at that. “Yes, of course. It was nice seeing you, Lansing, but I have to go.”

Cindy hurried off, quickly dissipating through the crowd. Virgil blinked; what the fuck? What the fuck was that—

He didn’t even have time to process the encounter before Remy led them into the dimly lit back hallway of the nightclub. Whether it was a faster way out of the nightclub was debatable. For all his talk about previously working there, Remy seemed just as lost as Virgil in the winding hallway. He led them one direction, only to immediately pivot down the other way.

Remy wasn’t talking. Remy was always talking endlessly, as if speaking was as vital as oxygen to him. He was terrible at whispering too—something Logan would get on him about at the library. That was why he was usually stuck on front desk duty to speak with patrons, helping out at events or doing organizational work in the back office. For Remy to be this silent, like the brooding calm before a storm, well. Virgil’s lungs wanted to seize up right then and there.

Eventually, they made to a door that opened out to an alleyway, right where the night club kept its dumpster. The moon gleamed from her perch in the sky, nearly full but not quite. Like a cookie with a bite taken out of it. Virgil knew there was terms for the different phases of the moon. His mother loved taking him out to see the night sky. She’d point out the constellations and tell him what phase the moon that night was.

He wished he could remember, for her sake, what they were. Considering he knew actual werewolves, you’d think he pay better attention to it. But it was a topic Virgil never felt brave enough to venture and one that neither Patton nor Logan opened up much on their own about.

He stared at the moon, transfixed, that he almost forgotten the reason he was outside in the first place. Not until Remy murmured something before attempting to lead him off somewhere. The gaping dread from moments prior seized hold of him once more.

“No!” Virgil snapped, yanking his hand out of Remy’s grip. He stumbled backwards a few steps, slamming himself into a wall of the building in the process.

“Virgil?” Remy asked, frowning as he took a step  forward.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“What do you mean—”

“Don’t act stupid!” Virgil demanded, taking a shaky breath, “That lady—Cindy—you did something, I—I don’t know, she was acting weird! And—and you were acting weird! So I’m asking again; What. The Hell. Was. That?”

Remy stared at him, his breath hitching, “Virgil, I was just trying to get you to a quiet place ASAP before you—”

“You’re still not answering the question.” Virgil cut in, his intestines tightening themselves into knots over it. Because maybe this was just a classic case of Virgil paranoia striking again. Maybe he really was driving himself into a panic attack over nothing. Maybe he was accusing Remy unjustly.

Yet, if that was the case why would Remy flinch if Virgil struck him physically with his words?

“Virgil,” Remy said slowly, “I need you not to panic and hear me out, ok?”

Virgil’s heartrate accelerated. Not panic, not panic?! What did Remy expect but for him to panic at those words?

“Okay.” Virgil said, definitely panicking.

“What have you’ve heard about vamps?”

“That they—you drink blood. And your reflection doesn’t show up in mirrors—and—and if you get bitten by a vampire, you’ll either turn into one or get mind controlled.”

“All technically true, well I mean—there’s a fuck-ton more to the turning process than that—” Remy cut himself off, “That’s beside the point. The point is, what you call mind-control, we call ‘enthralling.’ Enthralling is…”

“Is what?”

“Enthralling is, well. It’s a form of hypnosis. Anyone enthralled by a vampire is mostly aware of it and the least likely they are to follow a vampire’s suggestions, the more likely they are to fight against the hypnosis. And it can be activated through eye-contact which is what I did to Cindy.”

Virgil couldn’t breathe. Suddenly pieces were slotted together in mind, forming a picture Virgil never wanted to envision. That faint but visceral memory of Remy with red eyes, the natural charisma Remy held with anyone he met, how Remy managed to steal confidential information from Virgil’s employee file in the back office of Kirby’s Burgers—all of it. He thought Remy, out of anybody, was safe. Past his sassy, laidback exterior, Remy was honest, willing to speak his mind about anything and everything.

If Remy enthralled a complete stranger without blinking an eye—who’s to say he wasn’t above doing it to Virgil? Who’s to say he hadn’t enthralled Virgil into being his friend? Who’s to say Virgil wasn’t an oblivious mouse in a game of cat and mouse? Oh gods, this had just confirmed all of Virgil’s worst fears and more.

“Virgil—” Remy said, reaching out, his eyes hidden beneath his shades. He continued speaking, a mumble jumbo string of excuses probably. Virgil couldn’t stand to stay around and listen to it.

“Stop—just don’t—” Virgil stuttered, taking one step and then another towards the open sidewalk. What was just a few steps then became a few hundred until he found himself leaning against the door to the apartment, hands shaking to slot the key to unlock it.

A few more steps he was inside, the usual musty smell an unexpected comfort. He sat on the couch, seconds stretching into eternity. He half-expected Remy to have chased after him, demanding Virgil to listen, why couldn’t you just listen, you’re so stupid no wonder you’re pathetic—

Virgil blinked a few times, his eyes burning with some sort of irritation. For some reason, Remy let him go. He couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. His head ached and so did his ears for some reason.

 Jerad entered the apartment a few millennia later. Virgil froze at the rattling doorknob, his hand clutching onto his phone in his pocket.

“There you are, you fucker!” Jerad drawled, stumbling over in a drunken stupor. His hand moved towards Virgil, but not with a closed fist. Instead he patted him on the back like earlier, “I can’t believe you did it! You finally got the balls to go and hook up with somebody! I guess I can’t call you Virgin, now huh?”

“Uh-huh,” Virgil murmured, not correcting him on that assumption. He sat there, a bit of tension draining from him. Jerad wasn’t mad for abandoning him. Jerad was still a jerk, but at least Virgil mostly knew what to expect of him. It wasn’t ideal, but that was life. It was better to deal with the devil you knew, then the devil you didn’t know. Virgil was stupid to have ever thought otherwise.

“My parents are being such dicks at the moment,” Jerad said, precipitously changing topics as per usual of him, “sometimes I wish I didn’t have to wait until they were dead to take my inheritance and do what I want to do, y’know?”

Virgil didn’t really know. Did his parents leave him money? They had to have had some sort of savings stashed away. A life insurance of some sort, right? It wasn’t like they were poor. He never thought about inquiring into that. Jerad accidentally slapped Virgil across the arm with a huge hand gesture, still ranting about something. Maybe it wasn’t an accidental hit.

Virgil didn’t know. His tether on reality felt weak, like a balloon close to floating away into the stratosphere. He almost wished he could float away, but the weight in his chest said otherwise. Jerad passed out not long after his rant, slumped half on the floor and half on the sofa. Virgil took this opportunity to slip into the comfort of his bedroom and turn on his cellphone once more.

 Seventeen new text notifications and five missed calls from Jerad greeted him, along with one new text notification from Logan. He clicked on Logan’s and his conversation, staring at Logan’s text at the bottom of it.

Logan: Virgil, Remy wanted me to inform you that he is taking a leave of absence from work. Please let me know if you need to take a leave of absence as well or need to confide in somebody as a friend, Patton or I would be happy to listen.

Virgil stared at it some more. Then he tapped out a short response, set the phone on the stool that was his makeshift nightstand and collapsed headfirst into his mattress. 

Virgil: K thanks, I’m fine

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A/N: Hope everyone is doing well, if you enjoyed the chapter please consider leaving a comment--it's completely free and helps me out as a fanfic writer a ton! I'm technically not in the Sanders Sides fandom anymore, but I still have a lotta fondness for this fic and I will finish it, even if takes me ten years to do so :') -Kat

[killee]

Hey I love ur writing for the yumeko n kirari! You left me on a cliffhanger! Would you consider doing a P2? 😻

Multiple parts will be made so do not worry! Enjoy!

2:1 (Part Two)

⌦ pairing: kirari x reader

⌦ fandom: kakegurui

⌦ word count: 2k (2001)

⌦ warning: nsfw — fem!fingering / fem!squirting / dom&sub dynamic / cum eating? / light aftercare

⌯ It’s been a couple of hours since everyone split up to win you enough money to pay off your debt. You had earned a significant amount of money from blackjack, to be precise you won seventeen million from the game. Lady luck was on your side but you wondered if she was on Yumeko’s and Mary’s side.

⌯ You decided it was time to head back to the meeting place and see if everyone had earned enough to pay off your debt. Your debt was only forty-seven million so you were able to pay off a sum of it. You walked to the meeting place but on your way you didn’t see Yumeko. ‘Maybe she’d already finished or she’s probably still in a match knowing her.’ You smiled to yourself thinking about how she gets when she’s gambling.

⌯ You arrived at the meeting place and were surprised when you saw no one there. You sighed and sat down in one of the chairs around the table, you sat your head down and played with your tag. You laughed at it. “I wouldn’t have you anyone, I’m gonna miss you.” You ran your finger over ‘kitten’ then dropped the tag on the table.

⌯ You closed your eyes for what felt like a minute caused you to jolt up, you sighed heavily while rubbing your eyes. “You’re finally awake~” You jumped at the sudden voice, almost falling out of the chair. You looked across from you and saw that it was Kirari but this time she has the vice president standing beside her. You gulped nervously and properly sat in the chair.

⌯ “What is it you want now?” You stared into his eyes from across the table, you could tell she was in a playful mood, something you were not in. She stood up and slowly walked over to where you sat with her index finger gliding across the table surface. “I want you darling~ isn’t it obvious?”

⌯ You quickly glanced between the vice president and the woman in front of you. Kirari seemed to get the idea and laughed. “Don’t worry about her, you should be focused on me.. but if you really want,” she turned to the vice president and ordered her to stand watch outside the door then she focused back onto you “is that better?” You nodded. Kirari smiled and sat on the table in front of you. You looked up at her with pools of curiosity.

⌯ “You paid some of your debt.. who else is helping you?” She lifted up her hand and stroked your hair. Your breath became shagged and your heart began pumping faster. You did your best to hide your body’s reaction to her touch and proximity as you laughed and pushed her hand away. “Think I can’t pay off my debt alone? Wow, that’s low.. even for you.” She bit her lip and leaned down, noses almost touching each other and breaths being felt on each other’s lips.

⌯ I know you.. everything about you is stored in my mind.” You inhaled sharply and moved back. “Why are you here? I know you didn’t come all this way just to talk about some of my debt being paid.” You wanted to get to the point, as they say, time is money. You also need to go find the others since they should’ve been at the meeting point ago. Kirari sighed slowly and began undoing her hair.

⌯ “For release.” She placed her ribbons down beside her and waited for you. You scoffed and completely leaned back in your chair, there was no way you would do it in here. “No way. People are still out and I’m waiting for my friends.” She raised her eyebrows at you and giggled, she wasn’t worried about people hearing what you both were doing. And besides, the vice president was on watch.

⌯ Have you forgotten our agreement? Or should you be reminded?” You were still hesitant about it. Kirari sighed and slid herself onto your lap, she wrapped her arms around your neck and looked into your eyes. “I know you’re worried but no one will see us. I promise you nothing bad will happen.” She kissed your cheek then she kissed your neck, she looked up at you for confirmation and after seconds of hesitation you gave it to her.

⌯ She started off by softly kissing your neck then she began sucking gently on your collarbone. You moaned softly and wrapped your arms around her petite body, she moved her kisses up to your jawline and began nibbling on a soft patch of skin. You slid your hand up her back until you reached her hair then you grabbed a handful of it, pulling her head back and her neck being exposed.

⌯ “You know not to leave hickies in places I can’t cover up.” A mix between a groan and a moan escaped her flushed lips and she apologized. “Are you in control this t-“ you pulled her hair harder and smirked, “I’ve always been in control. Don’t think just because I let you top last time let you forget who’s in control. Maybe I should remind you of your place.” You let go of her hair and pushed her onto the table.

⌯ You didn’t allow her to recover before you spread her legs apart and looked at her with so much frustration. “You let that one time get to your head. So now I’ll remind you.” You put your head in between her legs and gently kissed her warm covered thighs. You felt her trying to close her legs but you stopped her before she could. “Stop.” Her movement secede and you continued on.

⌯ Your kisses traveled further and further up her leg until you reached her covered pussy. You raised your head up and watched her face as she tried to hide her temptation. “Beg me.” Kirari lifted her head up slightly to look at you, seeing if you were being serious. “Do I have to say it again? You know I don’t like repeating myself.” She took a deep breath and laid her head back against the table.

⌯ “Pl—Please touch me.” You smacked her outer thigh and earned a yelp from her, you sat back further in your chair and sighed. “Please! Please y/n! I need you to touch me!” You smiled, satisfied with her begging and ran both your hands up her thighs. You run them up and once you got to her cunt you grabbed where the legging met and tore a hole big enough where she could still hide it with her skirt.

⌯ You rubbed your fingers over her clothed pussy and looked up at her face. There was a mix of pressure and desire contoured on her face, it looked exotic. You circled your fingers over her clit, not too hard for her to get the pleasure she wanted but just enough for her to start begging for more. “Please! I need— you!” She reached her hand down and placed it around your wrist. You slapped her hand away and shook your head in disappointment.

⌯ “Darling you’re so impatient.. I guess I should give you what you begged for since I am so generous.” You put your body in a good position and hooked your finger around her panties. You slid them over to the side and exposed her pretty pink pussy to the cool air of the room, it glistened as the light overhead hit it just right. You smirked and used your other hand to play with her folds, dipping the tip of your middle finger inside of her.

⌯ You brought the finger up so she could see how wet she was. “Look at you. I bet you can see it from there.” She tilted her head downwards and immediately blushed as saw the excess on your fingers. You slowly lifted your fingers to your face and stretched the fluid out using both your thumb and middle finger, creating a thin line as they stretched apart from one another. You laughed as her face reddened ever more.

⌯ “Spread yourself for me.” She quickly obliged with no hesitation and used her hands to spread her pussy lips apart, her hole opened with a little noise and wetness was gradually coming out of her. So fascinating. With the same fingers as before, you played with her entrance, barely putting anything inside of her. “Y/n, I’m sorry fo-for what I did— please just f—“ you didn’t let her finish as you slid your middle finger inside of her, curling it upwards as you slowly began thrusting inside of her.

⌯ You were very satisfied with this situation. Although you still were frustrated with Kirari it wouldn’t last for long, especially when she had the most exotic expression on her beautiful face. You sped up your pace and even added a second finger inside with the first one, her sweet moans filled the room and her hips bucked to try to meet your fingers halfway. You let go of her panties and thankfully they stayed where they were supposed to stay.

⌯ You pushed her hips down and held them in place as you sped up significantly. Kirari’s beautiful sea blue eyes fell shut and her hands gripped the sides of the table. “How are you feeling now darling? You want more?” She frantically nodded, you couldn’t help but to laugh at her submission. “Alright darling, I’ll add another finger.” As stated, you added another finger. Her insides convulsed around your fingers and her body began trembling.

⌯ “Cumming so soon? Wow you must’ve been extremely horny to finish with only my fingers, I’ve barely even touched your clit.” At this point her moans were mixed with screams, anyone who walked in proximity of the door most likely knew what was going on. “Cum-cumming— oh my—“ her walls tightened, almost painfully around your fingers and you felt something shoot onto your wrist, you quickly looked down without stopping your pace and saw the most heavenly site.

⌯ You were occupied by the site of her squirting, you couldn’t hear how loud she was at first. When you realized it, you quickly moved the hand that was holding her hips down to her mouth and covered her screams. After her walls loosened around your fingers, you pulled them out and sat back down in your seat. “Clean off my hand.” You said raising your hand up to show her the mess she caused. Kirari weakly but persistently got off the table and knelt down in front of you, she began licking off her juices.

⌯ “You did very well today. I’m extremely proud of you.” You smiled at her and watched as her eyes lit up with joy. After she was finished cleaning off your hand, you patted your lap and courted her to sit down. She did and you wrapped your arm around her as she placed her head on your shoulder. “How are you feeling Kirari?” You heard a hum and sighed, you patted her back for a real answer. “I’m okay~” You nodded and took out a cloth from your pocket.

⌯ You folded it up and asked her to open up her legs, she did and you carefully began wiping away the excess until it was all gone. You tapped her hip with the hand that was already around her so she could close her legs. “Are you okay y/n?” She asked softly, almost like she was falling asleep. You nodded and told her everything was fine. You two then sat in silence and comforted each other, even closing your eyes and just listening to each other breathe.

⌯ “Kirari you should be going soon, I’m sure a lot of people heard us in here.” You lovingly rubbed her back and kissed her covered forehead. “I want to stay like this for a little bit more..” you thought about it for a moment then nodded. “Okay we’ll stay like this for as long as you need.”

[sisterofleatherfrog]

Star Wars Kinktober day- 3

Prompt: Under-clothes bondage 

Fives x Sub! OC (AFAB)

Orla is another one of my OC’s that I sometimes play around with in my fandom daydreams. She’s very tall (think around 6’10), and her appearance is non-human (I’ll definitely have to elaborate on that in art form later), and she is Five’s big-titty goth gf. She has some self-confidence/worth issues, but Fives is literally so goddamn smitten. 

Some art as a sorry for missing day 4!

Tags: Bondage, collar, bf chooses gf’s clothes and dresses her, pre negotiated kink, safewords, cunnilingus, dirty talk, daddy kink

Words: 2440

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“Fives? Do- do you, could you help me?” Orla asked, a tremble present in her voice. They’d planned this outing the previous week, going out to a beer garden to have lunch and meet with a few of Five’s brothers and their significant others. She’d made friends with a few of the troopers and their partners and was definitely looking forward to having a few drinks with them. That wasn’t all though, after confirming the date and time Orla had got to thinking. They’d been playing around with a lot of things recently in the bedroom; the collection of ropes, binders, among other things in their special little place was a testament to that. They had yet to try and bring it out of the bedroom, but it had been teasing Orla’s mind all week, and maybe…

Footsteps came up to the ajar bedroom door and it swung as it opened, her lover’s head peaked in. “What’s the matter Meshla? The dress zipper stu-” Fives abruptly stopped as he saw her, kneeling nude in the middle of the bedroom with a several meter length of red rope before her. The door lightly knocked the wall as he came fully into the room and looked down at her from a few paces with no little interest in his eyes. “What’s all this then,?”

He didn’t sound like he was upset in any way and Orla felt confident in explaining: “Well, remember us speaking of trying more adventurous things?” Fives nodded, eyes shining with that impish edge she knew so well as they roved her lush body. She bit her lip, “I must confess I’ve been thinking more on it since these plans were made, and maybe… Could you tie me up, daddy? I want to be your good little slut wherever we go together.” She lowered her head, but still her eyes stayed on Fives where he looked down on her. 

For a moment he was quiet, seemingly stunned as everything, her nudity, the use of THAT word, and the begging all came together to short-circuit his mind. Before she could start to regret her decision though, he drew in a shaky breath and drew a hand down his face until the wide grin on his face was revealed to her. He shifted his weight, the movement catching her eye and bringing it down to his crotch where he was beginning to stir. “Shit meshla,” he breathed. “Do you mean it? Do you really want to do this with me?”

Orla nodded, a desperation that surprised her causing heat to lick throughout her abdomen and fill her head. Fives came and knelt before her, now looking up to her dark eyes, partially shadowed by her coal black hair. “I need your words Orla, I need to know you really want this and aren’t doing something just to please me. Maker, do I want you like this, but not at the expense of you being miserable.” The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing one perfect dimple. “I want this to be good for you too.” 

A different warmth suffused her, she knew he loved her, and the amount of care he always gave her made her feel like a princess. Leaning her head down into a keldabe with him, she smiled before moving her lips to brush over his tattoo and down to his ear. “I want this, daddy, I truly do. I want to be extra good for you.” Orla punctuated her words by sliding a hand over his thigh and up to cup the bulge at his crotch. Fives groaned and grabbed the both of her wrists to stop her hands from wandering any further.

“You win this one, and you’re the best girlfriend ever!” He punctuated his sentence with a quick smooch before dragging her to stand with him. “Turn around meshla and lift your hair, let's see about getting you into this.” He started by placing the rope around the back of her neck, making sure that even halves were on either side of her neck and going down her front. Coming around he gently but confidently gripped it, already knowing the alignment of loops and knots he had to do. Within the valley between her breasts he made one knot and left a kiss on her left breast, below he made another and gave her right breast the same treatment. Just above her belly button he made one more knot, then dropped to his knees and started to trail kisses down from there, taking a moment to dip his tongue into her belly button and making Orla giggle, before he went lower and transformed it into a gasp. Five’s tongue followed the curve of her lower abdomen, trailed along her upper thigh, before he pulled back, his right hand taking its place before moving in and parting her labia with two strong, skilled fingers. 

Fives looked into her intently, studying the configuration of sensitive flesh at her apex for a moment before coming forward to kiss her lips, making out with her slit as his tongue made love to her clit. She gasped down at him, hand coming to clutch at his shoulders and the top of his head, whatever she could reach to steady herself. He was- “Oh, Fives, right there love!” He moved deeper into her heat if that was even possible, both hands having moved to her ass cheeks to pull her closer. His lips were locked around her clit, alternating and simultaneously sucking and licking with that tongue of his, that said such alternatingly inflammatory and jesting words, skilled and silver now on her. Often he would move, delve into her, kiss along her thighs and tease, build her up to a wholly satisfying end. This was something else though, a hunger both desperate and wild, focused on one goal alone, tracing along that lone and narrow path with a single minded purpose. He went on, groaning into her and holding her still as she shivered writhed, her size making no difference in his ability to hold her right where he wanted with his strength. 

Orla’s breath was escaping her in gasps and high whines, keening her need to him and she was drawn further and further up that path by him, his desperation infecting her as well. Oh he wasn’t taking his time at all, but she was adoring this direct and needy side to him. Her legs were turning to rubber and Five’s hands slid into the curve below her ass to hold her even more firmly, surely leaving marks that would be seen there later. He kept licking and laving, latched on so firmly it was as if he was feeding from her all the while she fed off the pleasure she got from him, creating a self-sustaining organism in a perpetual state of bliss and ecstasy. She felt him tying a new knot and keened into the otherwise quiet air of the room, her head tilting back and chest arching as she felt it winding ever tighter within her womb. Tighter and tighter, lick by suck, she was on the edge and just had to stretch a little further-

With a wild cry she fell, the knot unwound with a blinding intensity and she shook as her cunt clenched over nothing again and again. Fives kept at her throughout her orgasm, firmly pressing his tongue to her as she danced against it in order to carry her down. When she was passing pleasure and entering into the territory of too much, Orla put a hand on his head and gently urged it away from her and he released with an obscene pop sound. He gazed up at her, eyebrows drawn down into an expression of yearning and his eyes shining as bright as her slick on his chin. The sight was enough to draw an honest whimper from her.

“There, there meshla, you’re alright,” he cooed, now rubbing her legs and sides in order to sooth her. “You did so well, coming for me like that all wet and sweet. I was so happy when you told me how much you wanted to try something public that I just couldn’t help myself. I love you so, so much my beautiful Orla. ‘Want you to always feel good.” He rambled against her lower stomach as he rested his forehead there, praise spilling out of him like water from a too full cup. They stayed like that for a little while until she felt like she had more control over her body, the shivering and shaking dying down with her leveling breath. Finally he lifted himself and stood, hands coming to rest against her lower back as he delicately pressed her to him. “Are you good? I didn’t mean to be too much, especially before we got somewhere to be.”

Orla smiled widely, “It wasn’t too much Fives, in fact it was very much appreciated.”

He smiled back, “Well that’s good, I’d hate to have to tell the boys we had to cancel because the pussy was just too good.”

She snorted, “Oh I’m sure you would, lover.” Suddenly feeling a little shy, she continued, “Now, can you please help me finish getting ready? I don’t think I can do all these knots and twists myself.”

He reached up to cup her cheek and draw her down for a quick kiss, “Oh meshla I’d be more than happy to assist. Though, after that, and this being your first time trying this, how about we put some panties on you so the rope won’t rub as much?” 

This man- “What pair should I wear then daddy?” always so considerate of her. 

His grin was downright feral as he looked at her before taking her hand and leading her over to her wardrobe and pulling out the proper drawer, said drawer full of a rainbow of lace, cotton, satin, and mesh. Orla loved fun panties and Fives took full advantage of that, loving whenever she would ask him to choose for her so that he could picture what lay under her clothes all day. She was partial to a few pairs, but he most always chose the pair he plucked from the bunch now, a royal and baby blue number dyed in a marble pattern with ‘Want some?’ written across the ass in aurebesh. He ducked down and she again steadied herself with his shoulders as he now lifted each of her legs to fit into the slip of fabric, before drawing them up to her hips and smoothing the hems.

Then, after checking with her once again, he returned to the previously forgotten rope and from the last left knot, drew the tailings down to her apex. Twisting the ropes together some so that they’d sit between her labia, he drew them between her spread legs and went to her back to draw it up to the initial loop at the back of her neck. Pulling so it was snug but not tight, he brought both halves to come out to her hands, “Hold onto these for me love.” She complied and he came back around the front of her, taking a moment to admire what he’d done already. “Oh, yeah, it’s all coming together.” Orla snorted and lightly slapped his chest, he raised an eyebrow, “Is that the sort of game you want to play right now?”

“Maybe later.” She teasingly promised and he grinned back at her, now looping the rope from under her arms and between the first and second knot, the rope turning back on each side to return behind her back the way it had come. He followed and looped each side around the lengths that ran up her spine before indicating she should hold the rope again. He did the same process between the second and third knot and around her back before bringing up what was left of the rope and tying it off on the third knot. He stepped back then, eyes roaming up and down the planes and curves of her body, now decorated with blue and tied off with red, like a present just for him. He looked for a long, long while.

“You know what to do if this gets to be too much and you want to stop, right?”

She nodded seriously, “Five taps to your thigh, or say ‘Zillo’.”

He smiled like the sun, “Now how are we going to cover all this up?”

“Oh I really don’t know daddy, maybe you could help me with that too?”

“Orla, I have no idea what I did to deserve you but I love you so much, and I mean that with my whole ass.” He confessed with all seriousness.

Laughing again, she pressed against him and leaned down to kiss his wonderful mouth. Breaking apart again they went to inspect her clothes hanging in the closet. He reached in and pulled out a black dress with a halter top and flowy skirt that would fall about halfway down her thighs. He grinned, “Feeling like being a little risky today as well by any chance?”

“Yes please my love!” Slipping it over her head, Fives did up the three clips that secured the neck. Leaving the last bit up to her, Orla found a top to layer over it to better obscure the bondage beneath, and finished it up with a traditional self-tying corset from her people, quickly done up by pulling the two cords to either side of her and tying them in front. Meanwhile, Fives had quickly gone to change his shirt and give his face a wipe, both having been soaked by her earlier. Returning in a casual purple button up with red stitching along the collar, he looked like a treasure to be found in her people’s queen's harem.

“Looking good lover.” She told him as she bent to pull on her boots, the three inch platforms bringing her height to a full foot above his own. 

“Quacta, stifling.” he simply responded. 

Walking towards the door he asked, “Are we all ready to go meshla?” he turned and she 

smiled shyly again, feeling a blush turning the purple shades in her skin darker.

“Maybe not quite?” she intoned, moving back to the closet she opened it and pushed aside a few of his shirts to reveal a certain rack of jewelry, consisting of leather collars, some with rings on them, others otherwise decorative. “Which one do you think I should wear out today, daddy?”

In the end, they were a little late getting to the beer gardens.

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Oh I really liked writing this one. I know so far all my works have been coming out early in the morning the day after they’re supposed to be posted but I am going to try and fix that! Like the Tup and Aurelie work on the 1st, I feel like this one may come back with a part 2 because I’m really vibing with these two (and I hope y’all are too just as much as I am). 

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Times Square Significance

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), cockwarming, lovemaking?, language

Word Count: 1,986

Summary: After Aaron proposes in New York City, him and the reader head back to their hotel for a romantic night.

A/N: It has been super duper long since I’ve last written but this came to my head and I HAD to put it out into the internet. Let me know if you like it! Send in requests!!! I also didn’t spell check… oops.

Reader POV:

It was about time that Aaron and I took a small vacation. The BAU had started to get really stressful with the amount of cases popping up and people needing our help. Finally died down and we decided to get away, even if it was just for a few days. We drove all the way to New York City, just because Aaron knew how much I loved it.

Today is our second day here, I’ve been so excited that I woke up early to find Aaron curled up on my side with his head resting on my chest. His deep breaths fanning over my exposed skin, his floppy dark locks tickling my neck. I began to card my fingers through his hair, not wanting to wake him, but that failed when he started to stir a little bit.

Aaron muffled, “What time is it,” still groggy from his slumber.

“It’s 10 o’clock sleeping beauty,“ I quietly giggled. He slightly shook his head at the nickname, a light blush making its way to his cheeks. Without saying anything he got up and went to the bathroom, only for the shower to start seconds later. Taking this as a sign to get ready, I climbed out of bed and opened up my suitcase. I wasn’t sure what to wear, I had no idea what her plans were for today on the town. Just as I was thinking Aaron yelled from the bathroom, “Wear something nice! We might go see if we can snag tickets for a show!”

My heart fluttered, he knows how much I love Broadway. “Oh yeah? Which one are you thinking?“ I question as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“That I’m not actually sure of, what’s the one with the soundtrack you listen to? The ghost in the theater or something?“ He asked.

Giggling I reply, “Phantom of the opera, silly. But I will admit that was cute.“

He walked over to me, “I try.“ He quickly picked me on the lips in rummages through his suitcase for clothes.

I finally choose a red, flowy dress, with some wedges and curl my hair and throw a little makeup on. Aaron dressed in some nice dress pants and a cream colored button up, with the first but none done, which was unusual for Mr. boss man.

We walked to a cute little diner for something to eat, by the time I was finished getting ready it was already lunchtime. We ate and chatted about New York and what else we were going to do during our stay.

*tiny time skip*

We had just bought our tickets for the Phantom of the Opera, grabbed some drinks, and headed to our seats. The whole time I sat in complete awe, I was a total nerd for the show. Aaron kept staring at me, I could see from the corner of my eye. I whispered, “why do you keep looking at me?“

“I love you, and because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.“ He attempted to whisper back over the loud contents of the show in front of us.

“Shush! we are watching!“ Some random lady whisper-yelled at us, causing us to giggle and turn back to the performance. Aaron‘s hand made its way to my knee, slightly squeezing, earning a small smile from me. I leaned against the shoulder for the remainder. When it ended I cannot stop talking about how amazing life theater is, he would just check with my enthusiasm and let me continue on.

As we left the theater Aaron suggested we walk around Times Square and watch the lights. I agreed and we walked the block hand-in-hand. We arrive minutes later, the whole street not needing a single light, due to what seems like a 1000 billboards. We stood right in the middle, taking in the beauty around us. I got too caught up in the site that I turned away from Aaron. Basking in the smell of the city and the pictures that scattered the buildings. One billboard particularly caught my attention, for a second I thought my name popped up. Watching the same one to see if it happened again, a new message appeared reading, “Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” confused, I turned around to see if Aaron was saying what I was seeing, but when I spun on my heel I was met with crowds of people surrounding us, filming us on their phones. I look down to see Aaron on one knee with a ring in between his fingers. “You have made me the happiest man on earth. You have made my life so amazing, from being a badass FBI agent, to a wonderful stepmom to Jack, and to being the most kind and selfless person I know. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?“ He stuttered.

Tears began to fill my eyes and spill out onto my cheeks, my first instinct was to lunch at him, causing his post to fall to the pavement giggling, “yes! Yes of course, I love you Aaron Hotchner.“ I wept. Allowed to hear from the people surrounding us, broke out, we got up and he put The beautiful diamond ring on my finger and we embraced in a loving case. There was no doubt our proposal would be all over the Internet, the team will find out soon but that didn’t matter at this moment. Only we did.

We slowly made our way back to our hotel, Aaron holding my hand and spinning me in circles, showing how happy we both were. We didn’t say much in the elevator, our smiles did most of the talking. As soon as the door opened to our floor, I gave him a mischievous smirk and began running to our room. “Come catch me!“ I yelled.

“Oh just you wait!“ Aaron laughed and followed right behind.

Right as we reached our door he swooped me up and spun me around, us in a giggling fit. He carefully placed me down and tilted  my chin up for a kiss. Because it was innocent at first, but quickly turned needy. He pulled away, opening the door to reveal our room, dimly lit with candles scattered across the room. Rose petals let a small trail from the doorway to the bed. I guessed in all my heart swelling with love. I turn my fiancé, adoration in his eyes, healing down, taking my lips into a sweet kiss. His slightly chapped lips contrasted with my last ones. I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to deep in the kiss. His hands slowly found their place at the small of my back, trailing down just a little bit to give my ass a squeeze.

His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, asking for insurance. Or tongue stance does the candles flickered across the room. I took in the moment, the roses, the candles, my man, and the way he tasted; like mint. I pulled back, glancing into his eyes, all while biting my lip.

He slowly let me backwards towards the bed, until my knees made contact and I fell back, him gently hovering over my small frame. One of his hands roamed up my thigh, to my hip, agonizingly slow between the valley of my breasts, and then gliding over my bottom lip. I think him down into a kiss, his hand found one of mine in and released our fingers as I opened my legs, welcoming him between them. I could feel his hard against my clothes core, bucking my hips up to him, I ground the sensation. He froze for a second instead up, still positioned between my thighs. He ended his button up throwing it somewhere in the dark corner. He ran his fingers along the hem of my dress, looking at me for permission, not going any further, “yes, take it off Aaron,“ need soaked in my voice.

He carefully lifted the red fabric up over my hips and head, discarding it into the blackness. As he started to kiss my neck, finding my sweet spot, I frantically reached for his belt and I’m doing the buckle and tugging his pants and underwear down. As I began to stroke him, he left marks across my chest and breast, a small groan from me. cool let me take care of my future wife,“ he whispered as he trail down my body kneeling at the edge of the bed. He peeled off my panties and one motion. He started to bite and suck on my inner thighs, causing me to whine. “I know baby, I can I’ll give you what you want,“ he smirked as he pulled me closer to him and put my legs over his broad shoulders. He placed a small kiss to my clit, leading to me putting my hands in his hair and slightly tugging. He moaned, sending vibrations to my whole body. He swiftly added two fingers in my wet cunt, pumping them and scissoring me open. He spit up a little, grazing my G spot, causing the coil in my stomach to tighten dangerously fast. I no longer held back my moans, nothing but my voice and what sounds filled the room. “Baby, I’m so close, I’m gonna c-“ I came crashing down with a loud cry. My leg started to shake as he rode me through my high.

Aaron came back up to meet my lips. I tried to flip him on his back so I could taste him, but he stopped me, “we have all the Time in the world for that my love. I want to be inside you.“ He said in his sultry voice. He situated himself between my legs once again, unclasping my bra and reconnecting our lips in a rough kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against my wet slit, eliciting a moan from him. “Quit teasing Y/n”

I guided him to my entrance and he fully sheathed himself in my pussy. I have never felt as full as I do now. With only seconds to adjust, he started trusting, setting a slow bit rough pace. Each other’s names fell from our mouth, along with gas in months. As he thrusted harder, I rake my nails done his back, causing him to tense and speed up a little. I attacked his neck, sucking and biting along his jaw, allowing him to become more vocal, “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer sweetheart.”

“Me too,” I took out. His trust became erratic and fast, so I reached between us and toyed with my clit, chasing my orgasm. I came with a scream of his name, “Aaron!”

Seconds behind me, he released his load inside of me, struggling to catch his breath. He was about to pull out of me when I stopped him. “Can we just stay like this for a little while? I want to remember this, and today.”

He chucked, relaxing and laying his head against my chest. Not long after, we drifted to sleep. aim loving embrace of each other.

To think, soon i’d be “Mrs. Hotchner.”

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could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺

「 learning the alphabet. 」

feat. bakugo.

summary: bakugo isn’t the most patient person in the world, but he’s going to take his time teaching you things you won’t ever forget any time soon ;)

warnings: nsfw content.

[ all character’s are aged up appropriately. ]

word count: 2k

request: @anon — ❝could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺❞

@anon — ❝hey! can i get bakugou with a, b, i from the alphabet? thank you so much :)❞

@anon — ❝your writing is so nice! can i request the alphabet for Bakugou plz?❞

@anon — ❝Can you please do the alphabet for bakugou?🥺❞

a/n: here is a little treat before kinktober! i hope you all enjoy it, and i can’t wait to write more for you all! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.30.20]

nsfw below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

⚘ for bakugo, aftercare depends on the sex.

⚘ during more intimate moments he’s more willing to care for you after, showing you just how much he loves you through these smaller actions.

⚘ giving you an extra pillow or rubbing small circles into your back, you name it.

⚘ but if you two are just fucking?

⚘ good luck with that.

⚘ he’s much more focused on catching his breath and getting comfortable under the covers but regardless, cuddles are a definitely happening.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⚘ he’s absolutely obsessed with your thighs.

⚘ the way he sees the muscles in your thighs work as you sink yourself down on his cock over and over, your breasts bouncing in every direction as you set the hard pace.

⚘ he loves gripping his fingers into them as he tries to control your movements, your breathy moans urging him to go faster.

⚘ for him, his favorite body part is his arms.

⚘ he spends a lot of time working out and toning his body for hero work, so when he sees you enjoying his handiwork, he gets pretty smug.

⚘ but also because he loves the feeling of you wrapped in his arms after, protecting you from anything and everything that might try to hurt you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⚘ bakugo never has a bad orgasm with you, he’s always giving you everything he’s got.

⚘ there’s no way he couldn’t, with just how your walls milk him after every time he makes you cum around his cock.

⚘ when bakugo cums, he cums hard.

⚘ and that means an even bigger mess to clean up.

⚘ honestly, it’s a surprise how you haven’t ended up pregnant...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⚘ he secretly likes when you take control in the bedroom.

⚘ he’d never tell you this, of course.

⚘ but sometimes, he likes the idea of you throwing him back onto the bed and just fucking riding him until he’s a whimpering mess.

⚘ other times, he wants to feel loved too.

⚘ instead of making love to you, he wants you to make love to him.

⚘ if that makes sense.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⚘ now this is just my opinion here but-

⚘ i think bakugo wouldn’t be very open to having sex with just anyone.

⚘ he’s very tsundere when it comes to liking someone, and his personality can be a bit much for people at times.

⚘ not to mention he’d be so focused on surpassing deku and becoming the number one hero, that relationships wouldn’t be something he’d want to commit to.

⚘ so depending on when you two become an item, bakugo might still be a virgin.

⚘ now that’s not say he wouldn’t ever have sex before you, but the possibility is there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⚘ he loves fucking you from behind.

⚘ his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they leave bruises, while he pounds into you until you can’t even see straight.

⚘ he gets better leverage this way as his hand comes down to force your head into the mattress as he continues slam his hips into you.

⚘ he’s also really into sixty-nine.

⚘ your mouth wrapped deliciously around his cock and he delves his tongue into your slick folds.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⚘ he wouldn’t be humorous AT ALL.

⚘ unless he’s teasing you, but that’s another thing all on its own.

⚘ he’s too in the moment to be joking around, wanting instead to focus on you and all the ways he can make you scream his name in ecstasy.

⚘ would definitely still call you ‘dumbass’, even in your more intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep his pubic hair trimmed and not too messy.

⚘ doesn’t mean it might not get out of hand sometimes.

⚘ but he’s pretty good at keeping everything neat and well groomed.

⚘ it’s the same color as his own ashy blonde hair, with a little of the same jaggedness to it as well.

⚘ although, since he keeps it trimmed, it’s not as messy as his own hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⚘ he’s not very romantic when it comes to sex, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be.

⚘ when it comes to special moments between the two of you, he’s more likely to slow down and take his time with you.

⚘ but bakugo likes having sex.

⚘ like a lot.

⚘ so more often times than not, he’s going to be fucking your brains out, feelings be damned.

⚘ that’s his way of showing you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⚘ he doesn’t jack off as often when he’s in a relationship.

⚘ why should he now that he has you?

⚘ like i said, bakugo likes sex.

⚘ he’d much rather be making you cum all over his cock than simply fisting it by himself.

⚘ the only time he really takes the time to touch himself is if you two are doing it together or he’s away for work.

⚘ otherwise, your pussy is the only thing that he wants wrapped around his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⚘ teasing is a big one for him, he loves to make you all hot and needy for him.

⚘ and the way you practically beg him to just put it in and fuck you already, well...

⚘ let’s just say, you’re lucky bakugo still has some restraint.

⚘ otherwise, there is no way you’d be walking straight ever again.

⚘ because when it comes to you, all he wants is to show you whose cock you belong to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⚘ get him aroused enough in public and there’s a good chance he’ll fuck you as soon as he gets the chance.

⚘ and especially if you’re acting like a brat.

⚘ he likes how easily he can take control in situations like these, you being too caught up with his actions to protest.

⚘ but on the other hand he doesn’t want anyone seeing you in such a vulnerable state that’s meant for his eyes only.

⚘ but god, if he doesn’t enjoy hearing you desperately hold back your moans as he’s fucking you.

⚘ “shut up, dumbass... you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⚘ i think the better question is, what doesn’t turn him on?

⚘ he’s down to fuck whenever and wherever, doesn’t matter the circumstance.

⚘ it’s hard enough for his to resist you as it is, with you being so goddamn sexy and all.

⚘ sometimes he just can’t help himself, he just HAS to have you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⚘ while bakugo can be rough at times, there is no way he’d want to actually hurt you.

⚘ he cares about you too much to see you in any significant amount of pain.

⚘ now that’s not to say he won’t punish you, of course.

⚘ especially when you’re being a goddamn brat.

⚘ spanking your ass until it’s nice and red, maybe a little love bite here and there.

⚘ but at any point if you’re in pain or crying, he’s right there to calm you down and whisper sweet words of affection while rubbing circles into your back.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⚘ he won’t lie to you, he definitely prefers receiving than giving.

⚘ that’s just how he is.

⚘ doesn’t mean he won’t take his sweet time sitting himself between your thighs, lapping at all your sweet juices as he holds you down in place.

⚘ bakugo is NEVER one to half-ass things, especially when it comes to you.

⚘ and while he would much rather receive than give, he’ll never disappoint you in the slightest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep a hard and fast pace when he’s slamming his hips into yours.

⚘ he’s fascinated by all noises that he can draw out of you when his cock is buried into your heat all the way down to the base.

⚘ and god, does that not feel so fucking good.

⚘ sometimes he’ll want a slower and more sensual pace, but that’s usually saved for special moments.

⚘ like when the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, or when you both decided to make a little brat of your own.

⚘ but, on rare occasions, he just wants to make love to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⚘ he really likes quickies.

⚘ like i mean, he really likes them.

⚘ you two have some extra time to yourselves? might as well let him fuck the shit out of you.

⚘ and he’s not going to stop until you’re practically begging to cum.

⚘ then, and only then, will he reach his fingers down to press tiny, fast circles to your clit.

⚘ he’s going to give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⚘ he’s down for some experimentation.

⚘ as long as it’s nothing too extreme and you both agree to do it, he’s more than willing to go along with whatever you might want to do.

⚘ remember kids, safety first!

⚘ however, i don’t think bakugo would want to be pegged.

⚘ at least not without some solid convincing on your part.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⚘ he can last for about 2 hours maximum.

⚘ what can he say? he’s got a lot of stamina, especially for the woman he loves so goddamn much.

⚘ he’d be more than glad to fuck you for two hours straight, and god only help you if you let him.

⚘ needless to say, you won’t be walking for a few days.

⚘ now for bakugo, the rounds depend on how needy the both of you are for each other.

⚘ and for that, the highest he can go is five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⚘ he would be totally down to use sex toys with you.

⚘ i mean, this man can fuck you good enough on his own, but sometimes you got to throw something new into the mix.

⚘ he’d even be down to go with you when buying them, but he’d probably not say much.

⚘ as much as bakugo would want to do it, he still has his shy side when it comes to certain things.

⚘ especially when it comes to buying something as lewd as sex toys in public.

⚘ he’s a tsundere, after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⚘ this can go one of two ways; he gets too worked up himself and gives in or, he teases you until you’re absolutely begging for his cock.

⚘ there is no in-between.

⚘ sometimes bakugo doesn’t have the patience to tease you.

⚘ but other times, that’s all he wants to fucking do.

⚘ either way, he’s going to be making you cum so many times that you’ll both lose count.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⚘ he’s not very vocal when it comes to moaning during sex.

⚘ expect a few grunts and curses here and there, but moans...

⚘ nope.

⚘ he’ll get louder the closer he is to cumming as he pounds his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⚘ something bakugo would never tell you, is that he really wants to start a family with you.

⚘ as i said before, bakugo would need to like you a lot to even consider dating you let alone have sex.

⚘ so if he’s with you, it’s for the long road.

⚘ and that includes having kids of your own.

⚘ this is probably not until much later in your relationship though, as kids are a big commitment and he doesn’t want to get into that right away.

⚘ but thinking about you all big and regnant with his kid, is definitely something he won’t want to stop picturing any time soon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⚘ he’s 5.8 inches, circumcised.

⚘ his cock is a bit on the thinner side, with a nice, long vein running from the underside all the way to the tip.

⚘ he goes absolutely feral whenever you run your tongue up and down along it.

⚘ and don’t even get him started on when you swirl your tongue around the tip, he fucking loves when you do that.

⚘ just know what you’re getting yourself into if you even tease him the slightest, you’re asking for a whole world of trouble.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⚘ bakugo has a pretty high sex drive.

⚘ no no, i still don’t think you understand.

⚘ he has a pretty HIGH sex drive, like he wants to fuck ALL THE TIME.

⚘ it’s almost surprising... almost.

⚘ but really just give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile.

⚘ he doesn’t even need an excuse to fuck you, he just HAS to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⚘ he can be pretty quick to fall asleep afterwards.

⚘ especially after you two just had a round of rough sex.

⚘ what can he say? you take a lot out of him.

⚘ in only the best ways, of course.

⚘ he loves showing you just how much he cares about you when it comes to sex...

⚘ and with bakugo, there’s no way he’d ever let you forget it.

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[bigbangclappin]

Gaslight

Word count: 1.5

Genre: Smut, semi-angst, bikerau!

Pairing: ReaderXJohnny

Warnings: cursing, oral female receiving, hints of criminal activity.

Summary: This is a continuation of Welcome Home. 

The party was beautiful and everything was going well. Nobody was thinking about the past. They were here for a good time and good friends.

Johnny’s arm was nestled around your waist as you spoke to one of the member’s old lady. He hadn’t been able to separate himself from you since he came home. If you left the room he went with you, if you scooted over on the couch he moved too. 

You didn’t mind because you missed him too. When the other woman excused herself you found your fiancé staring at you with what could only be explained as manly heart eyes.

Fingers locked with his you chuckled, “What is it?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re just so beautiful and I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

You leaned into his side and met his lips tenderly, “I love you too.”

He played with your hair idly as more and more members came to chat with him, booze flowing and weed burning it was shaping up to be a good time. 

You felt Johnny’s phone vibrate in his pocket. The way he moved the burner phone away from you pissed you off. Who would be texting him that wasn’t here at the party? A ‘business associate’ he didn’t want you to know about more than likely. You didn’t take too kindly to the feeling of suspicion. It made it worse when your man whistled and Yuta gave him a nod.

“Tell me you are not—”

“(Y/n) don’t.” He didn’t snap nor did he raise his voice but the firm tone he gave you made you angry. Somethings just never change. You yanked your hand from his out of frustration.

“You promised me.” You ground out through clenched teeth.

He squeezed your thigh tightly in warning his eyes filled with authority that you lived to question, “Drop it baby.” 

Glaring at him in anger you yanked his arm off of you and stood until you heard your man tsk in annoyance at your reaction. You didn’t know what he expected from you when he was so blatantly breaking his promise to you.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called as you headed for your shared bedroom. You just gave him the finger and slammed your door shut.

He would not make a fool of you in front of the entire club and their significant others. You were the president’s old lady. It was your job to stay aloof in situations like these. Never could you ever compromise Johnny’s authority in front of the others. Even if that meant sacrificing your dignity to keep his in check. 

Behind closed doors though now that was a different story. You pushed each other to your limits physically and mentally. Two type A personalities were sure to clash and when they’re lovers? It’s explosive.

You both were stubborn idiots when you were mad. A little violent at that too. Many times you’ve had to be separated by Jaehyun or Taeyong because you had resorted to either throwing things at him or you started beating on his chest. 

Throwing yourself down on the bed you flicked on the television completely over your fiancé and his constant bullshit already. 

“Babe come on do you have to do this right now? With the entire club out there?” 

Johnny asked you bursting through your door a hint of annoyance in his voice and his posture rigid as he slammed the door behind him. 

Glaring at him in annoyance you continued to ignore him; he sighed in irritation. Running a hand over his face.

“Are you really going to act like this?” He snapped when you continued to ice him out.

Arms crossed over your chest and your attention glued to the TV you heard Johnny sigh. Then you felt the bed dip and his soothing touch caressing the soft flesh of your ankle.

“Babygirl—” you cut him off by pushing your foot into his chest.

“I don’t want you touching me.”

He let out a chuckle with a hint of annoyance, “(Y/N) I haven’t been able to touch you when I please for the past two years are you really going to deny me?”

If your stomach could turn to molten lava in anger you were pretty sure now would be the time. Punkass put you through hell because of his choices not yours and he was really going to play that card? 

“Denied.” You replied deadpanned when he went to stroke your leg again, “Just like I was when you were locked up. Like I’m going to be when you end up behind bars again because your dumbass is being reckless.”

“Watch it,” he growled, grabbing your leg pulling you towards his lips and placing warm kisses on your calf. 

“Johnny this isn’t something you can kiss away.” You protested doing your best to resist his tenderness.

“I know but it definitely takes the sting away.”

You rolled your eyes but you were finding it hard to resist as his kisses began to travel upwards. He was turning you on and he knew it by his smug smirk.

“Come on baby let me say sorry for leaving you alone…” He mumbled against your thighs.

Him looking at you with that stunning smile paired with being between your legs, your panties were ruined as was your resolve but the urge to tease him? Oh no that was strong and urgent.

You clamped your thighs together; in effect Johnny had to back off and he gave you a bewildered look. You shrugged your shoulders.

“J I don’t want to hurt your feelings but you’re so rusty that my vibrator gets me off quicker than your tongue.”

The chord you struck within his manly pride you swear caused a vein to bulge on the side of his neck. Was it harsh? Of course it was but so was abandoning you for two years.

“You weren’t saying that last night—”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Babe I faked it.”

“The fuck You did.” He snorted indignantly, “You can’t fake squirting.”

Your cheeks blushed crimson then. You did squirt but you chalked that up to two years of quickies and no head. Deprive a girl long enough and it’s bound to happen.

Johnny noticed your silence and took it as a victory as he slithered between your legs again pushing your dress further up your thighs.

“Just let me have my dessert yeah?”

God none of your ex’s ever got excited to eat you out the way your fiancé did. None of them made you squirm for them the way Johnny could.

“Hips up.” He commanded his fingers in the waistband of your thong. His hand slapping your ass cheek when you didn’t obey quick enough. He took hold your thighs in his strong arms and pulled you down just enough so that you could feel his breath hot on your pussy.

You whimpered when he teased you with his finger; lightly running his longest digit through the slick of your folds. Bucking your hips toward him you heard him chuckle.

“Baby don’t be a tease.”

“You gonna forgive me if I fuck you with my mouth?”

 You’d let him join the circus at that point. Anything he wanted was his as long as he used his tongue on you.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked again, his finger just barely slipping inside you.

“I’ll forgive you.”

“That’s my Babygirl.”

If heaven was real it was Johnny’s freaking tongue. God the way he sucked on your clit just right to have your back arching and your toe’s curling was God’s work.

Your hands reached down to grasp his hair, tugging when his tongue dipped inside your cunt. Your head killed back on to the pillow as you cursed.

“Fuck Youngho!” You cried out when he began to fuck you with his fingers. Spurned on by the use of his birth name. His tongue, swirling, sucking, and loving on your swollen clit. 

“Tell me how much you missed me baby and I’ll make you cum…” his deep voice sending vibrations to your very core.

“Missed you so much God I missed you,” you huffed out running your hands through his hair just to keep hold of your sanity. “Oh God Youngho right there, please, please don’t stop.”

He hummed against your folds that perfect sound sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm was intense as you shook, Johnny lapped at your pussy until you pushed him away because of how sensitive you were.

When your fiancé came up from between your thighs he planted a fiery kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and lord it lit you up.

“Once you get the feeling back in your legs come join the party. I have an announcement to make.”

Johnny called as he dipped in to the bathroom no doubt to wash your orgasm from his face.

You were curious but also ticked at the same time because he was able to distract you from what you really wanted to know.

Next time you wouldn’t give in. You’d get the information you wanted. No amount of his tongue technology would prevent you from your goal.

[calocera]

SPOILERS FOR CATS 2019, here’s my hot takes and opinions

be warned, THIS IS LOOOONG

First off my overall opinion, i LITERALLY cannot say whether it was good or bad, like lots of critics say it just...is beyond that. It’s VERY fun and that’s all I can bring myself to say, I have LOTS of problems with it but I can’t even say that they make the movie bad. It is definitely worth watching

OPINIONS ON CHARACTERS:

Victoria: she’s good! I appreciate that they kinda left her personality blank other than her innocence since that’s pretty much how she always was, still not super thrilled with her as a main character but franchesca did the best she could

Munkustrap: I loved him! he was more of a main character than I would have expected, but they STILL cut all the charm from his lines... why do I love him then? Robbie fairchild did AMAZING background acting, whenever he was in frame he was always doing something SUPER munkustrap-y and making cute dad faces. he was dealt bad lines but he worked around it best he could. Also his legs were normal so...epic fail

Mistoffelees: 😒😒😒😒😒🤢🤢🤮 disappointed but not at all surprised...he was just a Woobie, a softboy uwu nice guy. I felt like I was seeing fanon 2013 loki in cat form. THEY MADE HIS SONG A SADBOY PITY PARTY SONG...WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THE 11 O’CLOCK NUMBER SLOW AND SAD???? Where is the smug little shit who’s vague and aloof yet confident and joyous? He was murdered by his evil homophobic shadow clone. I’m not even gunna indulge the fact that him and Victoria were a thing, I’ll go over that later. He also just constantly looked like the crying cat meme his eyes were so red and watery it was horrifying, yet somehow he wasn’t the worst character , that leads us too.....

tugger: what.the.fuck.did.you.do.to.this.boy. HE GOT THE TREATMENT I EXPECTED FOR MUNKUSTRAP! HE WAS DEMOTED TO BACKGROUND CHARACTER! not only did he not sing mr. mistoffelees, he literally did nothing other than his song, he never interacted with ANY characters besides jenny in 1 scene. I know cats has no set main characters but he’s undoubtedly one of the most important characters and he’s like...the least important named character in the movie. ALSO Jason Derulo was not sexy at all. There was NO hip thrusting NO sexy meowing NO glamrock, he was just an asshole and if I hadn’t already seen the original I would have either completely forgotten about his character or though he was the worst character. I’m so fucking angy I cannot express.

Girzzabella: ngl I expected better. Her acting was great but with the horrible effects I couldnt get invested but I’ll touch on the effects later. Her singing was good, but I expected it to carry the movie and it wasn’t at all the best song in the movie, I’d say she’s about as good as I expected she’d be but the movie itself was more enjoyable than I expected so she was less significant

Old d: she was fine, she LOOKED the part definitely, she didn’t have as large a presence as ken page but I wouldnt expect that of her. Her singing wasn’t the greatest though, her voice is fine by it’s just NOT suited to old d’s songs. I would have preferred she play a female gus bc her voice is very sweet and frail, not at all built for belting like her songs required.

Macavity: he’s just...eh. He’s basically a comic relief villain which sucks. He does practically nothing besides kidnap people, say a cheesy line, and act like a caricature of a 90s cartoon villain (and not one of the fun ones) like theres a scene where he poofs away and when he does it he goes, MACAvityyyyyyy and fades away its so unintentionally funny but it just makes him so lame as a villain. not to mention he doesnt even die at the end or get any satisfying conclusion he just gets stuck on top of a statue and his powers suddenly stop working (for some reason??)

Bombalurina: fuck that, I am simultaneously glad she only was in the macavity number bc fuck off Taylor Swift but also disappointed bc she deserved so much better.

Bustopher: 😟 never in my darkest nightmares did I think I’d see bustopher Jones deepthroat multiple crayfish but here we are. Somehow THIS was the most sexual song, I cannot begin to name the fetishes checked off by this performance bc itd hit word limit. Let me just say that I said multiple times out loud, “damn bustopher kinda a freak with it 😏😏” like I CANNOT stress how weirdly sexual it gets. And ofc its all otherwise just haha funney fat guy eat food and burp and fall down. He also breaks the fourth wall a few times which like, fuck you

Jenny: exactly what was shown in the trailer. Unfunny fat jokes and slapstick humor. Also they focused WAY too many shots on her cat pussy and I wish I was making that up. Also of note is that the cgi on the rats and cockroaches are drastically worse than the rest of the movie, like not just bad designs the effects are BAD. also they translated they whole gumbie cat fur-shedding as her wearing fake skin over her outfit which would be fine but UHH the fake fur is skin tight??? so it literally looks like shes ripping off her skin and she does it multiple times its fucking terrifying

Mungojerrie and rumpelteazer: meh, they are fine as characters, not quite as energetic as I would have liked but they didn’t massively fuck anything up? The song was horrible, they went against the beat for...some reason? Like it’s a song with a very distinct rhythm and they split up the lyrics so weirdly. I liked that they followed through with the lore of them working for macavity

Skimbleshanks: YES YESSSSSSSSSS HOLY FUCKING SHIT 💗💕💖💞💜😳😳😳😳😳😳😳💜💛🧡💚💖❤️💗 i absolutely CANNOT express how good skimbleshanks made me feel. He looks like a leather daddy with his chains and suspenders and hat and stache, I hate that I’m saying this but uh...mr skimbleshanks sir😳 we were actually screaming it was so fucking good. Watching this movie was worth it just for skimble. Unironically. I’m listening to the song as we speak. It was kinda weird that they moved the tap dancing to this song but that’s more of a detractor from Jennie’s and a plus side to skimbles since it’s good tap

Gus: good! Ian did a good job of course, no one doubted that he would.

Growltiger and griddlebone: not racist but still absolutely horrifying. One of the worst parts of the movie, I actually got squeamish looking at griddlebone a few times that’s how bad she looks

Everyone else: not that good. I couldn’t tell who was who, all their personalities were annoying, I’m on imdb as we speak trying to figure out who even was supposed to be who. Demeter is completely butchered and jemima just isn’t there, doesn’t sing her part, it all sucked man.

Tech talk:

CGI: okay so here’s the thing, the effects are good. GREAT even, the issue is how fucking horrible the designs are. The lack of cat nose, mouth, and hairy cheeks makes them all look disgusting. Also the feet. Holy fuck why do they have feet. THERES A FUCKING SCENE WHERE TUGGER GRABS VICTORIAS FOOT AND SNIFFS IT. IT LASTS LIKE 5 SECONDS. Old Deuteronomy, Gus, and Cassandra (bc she was already bald) are the only characters I’d say look anywhere close to decent, grizabella looks okay in profile but head on it’s all horrible again. its really such a shame bc the sets are gorgeous! i really hope this movie gets some form of recognition for its sets.

the editing and directing was DOGSHITTTTTTT there are SO many scenes where characters just teleport or parts where people are singing and no ones mouths are moving its really distracting

Other things:

it’s OBVIOUS that the critics calling this movie horny have never seen the original. I’d definitely say the movie is LESS HORNY than the play. It IS however waaaaaaay more uncomfortable with its hornieness, so I’d say in that regard YES, the horny stuff is much more gratuitous and off putting despite there being an overall smaller amount than the play. ie everything bustopher jones does

They changed a BUNCH of lyrics for some reason?? Like they cut verses which I understand but there are like a handful of lyrics in almost every song they just...change. like...okay? All changing lyrics is gunna do is make people who knew the songs frustrated when they can’t sing along

the dancing was incredible! shame the cg just fucking invalidates all of it bc your mind doesnt register it as real people doing real moves

OKAY THE FUCKING CATNIP SCENE so when taylor swift showers everyone in catnip they all just fucking start moaning and go FULL HORNY its TOO MUCH like misto full on does an o face like eyes rolled back mouth open  and munkustrap is like ass up panting i still havent processed it im fucking terrified to encounter it again. they cut the orgy? yet added THIS??? k

WHY did they take 2 of the most iconic characters who FREQUENTLY interact and just

a. Never even have them make eye contact

b. Make 1 a background character

c. Completely change the personality of the other one

On the topic of Victoria/misto: I am just still at a loss as to why they thought it’d be a good idea? They completely removed Plato and for what? This? Pathetic. It’s worth noting the weirdly munkustrap has WAYYY more chemistry with both Victoria AND mistoffelees then they did with each other (there’s a part where it looks like misto and munk are about to kiss for some reason?? munk ALSO gets all touchy feely with skimbleshanks???) anyways munkustrap king moments

tldr; its worth watching, the best parts were the sets, the dancing, skimbleshanks, and munkustrp fucking CARRIES the weight of the world with his face acting. the worst things were a big fat tie between bustopher, tugger,misto,jenny,growltiger and griddlebone, and the godawful design choices

[cosmic-ivy]

Art Class Muse

JungkookXReader

Part three

You laid out on the professors make shift prop couch. It was a few bean bags and a dry scratchy canvas covering them. You couldn’t help but squirm. You’d rather be standing for a solid hour. You’re not exactly feeling sexy right now. Even though your pose would suggest otherwise.

You couldn’t help but watch Jungkook sketch you the whole time. You tried to not make it so obvious, but it was probably really obvious.

“Alright lets thank miss YN again for taking the time and being our model this week. Greatly appreciated,” the professor shook your hand.

“A very interesting experience for my art career.” You laughed off your awkwardness. Making your way to the closet.

“Professor?” Jungkook spoke up. “If it is okay with you I’d like to stay and finish up here. I wouldn’t like to have to drag my fresh oil painting out to my car and risk it.”

“Thats alright Jungkook, just clean up after your done. Would anyone else like to use the room this afternoon?”

“I would but i have a class to get to right now, could i stop in later tonight?”

“Alright Olivia, anyone else?” People exchanged glances and head nods but nobody spoke up. “Okay well off to lunch then.” The professor grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out. Students followed shortly behind except for Jungkook.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and jiggled the closet handle. “Damnit,” It’s locked.

You turn around to look at Jungkook who was focused on his painting. You’re going to have to get dressed right out here with him. You face the wall and drop your robe off your shoulders.

Jungkook clears his throat and your body tenses up. Spinning around on your heels, holding the fabric of the robe against your breasts. “The closet was locked,-I”

“Actually. Before you get dressed, I’d hate to ask this but could you?” Jungkook pointed at the make shift couch.

“Oh? Would you like me to p-pose for you?” Your voice was stuttering.

“Only if you are comfortable to do so. I just need to adjust your leg.” Jungkooks doe eyed look made your heart melt. You quickly threw off the robe and laid down on the canvas. Try to adjust your pose to the same as before.

“Yeah I think your arm was-“ he gestured for you to move your arm down, “perfect.” He picked up his brush and started painting. “Just 5 minutes i swear. I know it’s probably so uncomfortable for you.”

“No problem.” You blush.

He gives you a slight smile and refocuses on his work.

A few minutes pass and you hear the sound of his brush being set down. You must have zoned out the past 5 minutes. If anything this has taught you how to remain perfectly still for a significant amount of time. Where you will need those skills in hour life? You ponder.

“All done?” You ask.

“Yes, wanna see?” He looks proud.

“Sure!” You stand up and stride over to his isle. First look at his painting was breathtaking. The colors he used for your skin tone were beautiful. He made you look like a fucking renaissance painting. “Oh wow Jungkook this is- this is amazing. You are so talented.” As you were praising his work you had accidentally backed into someones charcoal sketch. “Oh no!”

Jungkook notices and smudges out the black pigment on the canvas. “There- no one will tell.” He glances at your rear. Black dust coated your skin. His response was to dust it off of you, before realizing that he was touching your ass.

Your body caught fire from his touch. He had moved his hand slightly back. The warmth of his fingertips still lingering on your skin. He looked down at you. “Sorry,” a breathy apology came from his lips. He was so close to you, you could smell his cologne.

There you were, standing butt naked an inch away from this boy you haven’t stopped thinking about for days. You don’t know what had came over you, but the next thing you knew your lips crashed into his. The kiss was passionate and rushed, but soon started to slow down and you both drank in each others kiss. His hands full of oil paint grabbed onto your waist. Pulling at your skin, pulling you closer to him.

You two had backed into a shelf, knocking over some art books, but you were too wrapped up in each other to notice. Making out and sucking on his tongue. Your hands finding his abs underneath his shirt. His body was firm, and his heart beat through his chest.

You broke the kiss after coming out of your desire “Jungkook.” You stared at him. Trying to find an explanation as to why you just did that. There was no justifying it, but you knew you wanted to do it again.

Jungkook stared back at you panting. Your hands were still up his shirt, riding his chest as it rose and fell from his breathing.

Fixing your hair, he placed it behind you ear, and pulled you back in for another kiss and letting you go. He backed up to the door and locked it. Shutting off the lights.

Your heart started to race even more, knowing that you were about to hook up with him right here was exciting you. Not to mention how fucking wet you feel after that kiss.

Jungkook walked towards you, lifting his shirt up over his head. Revealing what you had already felt before. Abs carved out his stomach and a definitive v line disappeared into his jeans. He undid his belt and dropped it to the floor. You reached out and grabbed the button of his jeans. Wanting to undo those yourself. Unzipping his pants and pulling them down to the ground, you followed, kneeling in front of him.

Drool pooled into your mouth as he revealed himself to you. You have been lewdly imagining what his naked body would look like during class and now here it is before you. His physique was like a greek sculpture. Muscles bulged out on his thighs, you grabbed onto them and squeeze as your tongue reached out to lick the tip of his erection.

You sucked on his tip, putting pressure onto his head. Backing away to see how plump you had made it, you glanced up at Jungkook, his head held back, his bottom lip was tucked in his bite. You grinned at the sight of him feeling pleasure. You took his dick deep into your throat, sucking down on his thick shaft. Gulping down his cock. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth. His dick was so delicious.

“Ah YN if you keep this up-“ he bucked his hips into your face before pulling away. He held himself tight in his fist. Grabbing your hand and pulling you back to your feet. He crashed his lips into yours. He sucked off your spit from your tongue while he backed you into the professors desk.

Catching your balance you knock something off the desk. Jungkook just pushes everything else off and lays you back on the hard mahogany.

You’re attention immediately falls to the pressure of Jungkooks lips tugging on your sex. He sucks on your sensitive bud and a hot flash of pleasure flows through your body. You have never felt so much intense feelings so fast. Your legs start to tremble, he tries to ease them by palming your inner thighs. Moving to kiss your skin everywhere. His nose dives back into your pussy. “Jungkook- ah- I’m coming.”

“That’s it baby,” he smiles into your heat. Dipping his tongue in and out of your hole. His fingers replace his tongue and a white ringing sensation fills your ears. Hot blood flushes your face. Another orgasm is building and you beg for sweet release. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He praises you as you come for him.

You feel exhausted in pleasure, but you know your not done yet. You feel his dick slide through your wet slit. He lubes himself with your juices. His firm tip nudges at your clit, making you wince from the over stimulation. He presses his head onto your clit harder and you moan his name. “Jungkook,” he presses his dick even harder onto your clit and you can feel your vagina ache and throb. Trying to clench onto nothing. “Please-“ you beg. You feel hungry and ravenous for him. You just want him to fuck you already.

Jungkook teases his plump tip through your folds. Circling it around your sex before pushing himself inside of you. The sudden feeling of your pussy being stretched out by his girth sends you into a frenzy. You buck your hips up into his, trying to get him to hit that good spot. His dick brushes slightly against it and you moan.

“YN fuck. You’re so wet and soft and warm, your pussy feels fucking amazing.” Jungkook slides himself in and out of you slowly. Indulging in your flesh. He kisses your collarbone and leaves marks on your breasts.

You whisper his name like a prayer, and it echoes into the empty room. His lips find yours again. You two sulk in the feeling of being connected. His thrusts become unstable and you know he’s close. You dig your nails into his back and cling onto him as he rails himself into you. One last orgasm fills you up before he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty, your pussy throbs and cries for him.

Jungkook grabs himself and lets his hot come seep all over you stomach.

You two fall desperately to the ground. Heavy breaths fill the room. You lean your head against his shoulder. The two of you backed up to the desk. Naked. “That was...” you try to collect words together, but you feel so overwhelmed you cant even think. The only word “elegant” comes out of your mouth and you chuckle.

Jungkook laughs and helps you stand up. Your knees weak, your legs wobble a bit as you walk to collect your clothes.

“You wanna grab a coffee?” Jungkook shyly tucks his hand behind his head. Like he’s pretending he didn’t just fuck you senseless on the teachers desk.

“Yeah,” your breath still faint you reply. “We should uh, clean up this mess first.”

[deadweightqueen]

Dancing with the Devil

Pairing: Sub!Nero x Dom!Reader Summary: Nero lets you be the dom for once

He should’ve known the second you asked if he was sure he knew what he was getting himself into that he should’ve backed out of the situation. And now it was too late to withdraw. He was stuck.

“Bend over like a good boy,” you looked down at him as he bent over the edge of the bed, his bare toned ass on full display for you.

His face was red with embarrassment, not being used to the vulnerability that came with being a submissive. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to letting you top tonight , but he knew he didn’t think it would escalate to this point.

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you slapped his ass hard enough to make him grip the sheets and shut his eyes, folding his lips tight to suppress the moan he let out.

“Did that feel good?” You caressed his ass and smacked it again, watching his back muscles tense. You couldn’t help to admire just how every time he scrunched into himself, his body looked beautiful.

“Yes, mommy..”

You smiled before tilting his chin up and scanning his eyes. “I think you’re missing something..”

A black collar came into his line of sight and his stomach dropped, a new kind of excitement and fear brewed inside him.

“A collar?”

You nodded before placing the collar on his throat, a bit tight so it choked him but allowed enough to breathe. He stretched his neck side to side, trying to find comfort in his new accessory.

“You look so handsome,” you purred as you looked him over. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t already become wet at just the sight of him following your every command. He was obedient so far and that was surprising to say the least. You expected more of a fight.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye as you curled your index into the metal hoop attached to his collar and made him stand back up. Even though you wore the black heels that gave you a significant boost in height, he was still taller than you. Almost made him want to laugh to think his small girlfriend would be making him submit.

Nero was good at many things, but hiding his facial expressions was not one of them. Any feeling he ever had always translated into his eyebrows or his jaw, his squinted eyes- anything was a dead give away. And that smirk he had no conscious of being present on his face was enough to tell you he was amused so far.

“Is something funny to you?” Your tone switched from playful to deadpanned. His smirk fell, but more in a manner of him trying to repress the laugh you knew he so badly wanted to release.

“No mommy.”

You watched him carefully before you judged his punishment. “That’s what I thought.”

You brushed the palm of your hand over his bare chest and circled him until you stopped at his back. You ran a fingernail down the curve of every muscle he had, leaving a single red trail on his skin.

“Put your hands behind your back?”

He frowned in confusion, being caught off guard by your request.”What?”

You smacked his ass again, hearing a tiny hiss before he obliged. His muscular arms folded so they were at the base of his spine lazy enough to an X like form. This of course left you unsatisfied so you forced his hands into a much tighter position so they were midway to his back, a wrist to the other elbow in a parallel.

“I don’t like slackers sweetheart.”

“Noted,” he was straining, the position being more than restricting. It was no help when he felt a rough sensation curling around his forearms.

Rope.

“Wha- When did you get those?” He never recalled seeing you come home with them or hidden them anywhere.

“Safe keeping for a day I knew I’d need them.”

You bound him tight , leaving him surprised and feeling maybe he shouldn’t have tested your patience by mocking your abilities to tame him. And before he could register much else, a blindfold was slipped over his eyes.

He swallowed the dryness in his throat, practically forgetting to breathe. His heart was racing in his chest loud enough to cause thumping in his ears.

You licked your lips, drinking in how tasty he looked. You would’ve fucked him into oblivion then and there but you had a nasty habit of playing with your food before dining.

Humming as you spun him around to face you, you couldn’t help but lean in to give him a kiss. He leaned down to kiss you back, greedily taking what he could get and becoming frustrated that he couldn’t grab you like he had grown so accustomed to doing. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you slipped your tongue in his mouth, digging your nails into his shoulders to make him whimper and unconsciously brushing his erection against your thigh.

You withdrew from the kiss when you felt he had had more than a generous amount. His brows furrowed in disappointment as his swollen lips were left parted as of expecting a re-entry. Silently he asked for you to invade his mouth again.

Now it was your turn to be amused. He had no idea what was coming. You shoved him forcefully to fall onto the bed on his back. The sudden movement made his heart nearly explode as he anticipated your next move.

“(Y/n)!” He blurted out as he frantically turned his head as if its help him see under the blindfold.

You crawled on top of him, planting your panty-clothed pussy right up against his hard. The warm and wetness of you seeping through the fabric and sending a wave of arousal through Nero in new heights. His body tensed at the pressure you placed so carelessly on top of him, it was almost painful but his senses were too overcome with pleasure.

“You seem frustrated baby,” you cooed at him and repeatedly tapped at his lower lip. “Can’t handle the heat?”

“This is nothing,” he said but the ragged breathes he let out were only serving to betray him.

“Can you?” You rocked your hips against his, making sure you delivered enough friction to send him through the roof. You must’ve been doing it right as you watched his jaw fall open and head lean back into the sheets.

“Agh, fuck!” He could feel his eyes wanting to roll back into his head. The blindfold served to heighten his sense of feeling so the friction delivered was practically overbearing.

You stopped moving and heard the frustrated huff he gave like the brat he truly is.

“No noises or mommy stops. Understood?”

He wanted to roll his eyes and tell you that you’ve made yourself clear. You could see it in his body language that he was annoyed, which only meant you were doing it all right.

“Yes mommy.”

You smiled at your victory and began to move against him again. As quickly as his annoyance came it was gone, being washed away with the sensations of pleasure. You ran your hands over his body and leaned down to suck at the little exposed neck skin from around the collar. His mouth was open as he tried to catch breathes, his heart rate climbing further to the point of bursting in his chest. Your lips worked at the skin under his ear and sent chills down his body.

“Such a good boy for mommy,” you praised, sliding your hand down between where his dick pressed to your clothed core. You rubbed at his member and could feel the pre-cum  dripping from his tip. You knew you had him where you wanted.

He bit at his lower lip to suppress any noise but he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped when you ran your thumb over his tip and moved your panties to the side to brush it against your full wetness.

“Oh god,” his breath was shaky. You so badly wished you wouldn’t have to stop since he broke the rule, and you were just as turned on watching him struggle as he was just feeling you.

But you couldn’t let it go unpunished either. After all... anytime you broke a rule, he never hesitated to show you what the consequences were.

So when you lifted your hips enough for him to feel the absence of your pussy against his dick, he knew he was fucked.

“Sweetheart?”

He waited seconds before answering,”Yes mommy?”

“What did mommy say was the rule?”

He was fucked. “Not to make a noise..”

“Or..?”

“Or mommy stops..”

“Good boy.”

He squirmed a little, not being able to help just how desperate he was becoming. He wanted nothing more than to be touched and relieved of the pressure growing in his dick.

“Please don’t stop mommy,” He wiggled around and his voice filled with need.” Please don’t stop, I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do what you say, please!”

His begging wasn’t doing much other than feeding your ego. The power he was giving you was unimaginable and though you enjoyed it, you had to show him who was really in control.

The shifting of your weight completely vanishing off him left him petrified.

“Mommy?”

Silence.

And a sudden jolt coming from the yanking of his collar had jerked him up right to sitting position. It startled him, that was expected. He shook his head as if trying to get rid of a dizziness he hadn’t realized had settled in from the pull.

“Say ‘ah’.”

He hesitated.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll have to force you.”

Again, he hesitated but this time acted before he’d push your nerves further.

“A-ah..” his jaw was open and his noise grew muffled upon feeling you stuff your panties in his mouth. He could taste your arousal on them and god did he wish he could be eating you out at the very second. How he craved to have his tongue lapping at your core and hear the wetness echo in his ears.

“Don’t close just yet,” you instructed.

He tensed when a foreign object was pressing to his lips, forcing his jaw open.

“Mmf,” he felt your hand press to the back of his head obviously to keep him from backing away from the thing.

“Ah ah ah,” You tsked,”Take it like a good boy.”

The ball only went further in before it was set between his teeth and pressing to the roof of his mouth.

“Goooood boyyy,” you praised him again.

He whimpered when you took the straps from the ballgag and fastened it at the back of his head. He was defenseless, completely at your mercy now.

You tilted his chin up so you got a better look at him. “You had to go and break one of mommy’s rules, huh? We’ll see how far you can get now, sweetheart.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat when he could feel your energy sinking down, you spread his legs and licked up his shaft. He moaned in response against the gag and breathed heavily through his nostrils.

He might’ve just about lost his shit when you took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down. He leaned his head back and arched his back as the fire grew in his abdomen, he wouldn’t last much longer.

Your hands were rubbing at his thighs and squeezing his ass as your mouth and tongue served his cock. Your moans against him served to rip through his body in newly found bliss.

You were getting off on his whimpers and small muffled moans as you knew the white haired boy was close to an end. You could have been a total bitch and just leave him there all needy, but you needed a release as well. All this work had driven you close to your edge as much as Nero. 

So after a few more strokes, you pulled off him with a pop and saw his body tensing , a sure sign he was near his orgasm. His chest rising and falling the harder he breathed through his nose and the whimpers behind the gag. The baby was desperate,. 

“Don’t worry baby, mommy isn’t totally evil.”

You slipped off your panties, and straddled his lap before fully sinking onto his member and indulging in his muffled moans. You gripped his hair as you began to ride him at a slow pace, taking your time and kissing at his neck. 

He was trying to rock his hips into yours, but could hardly move with his restraints and the weight of you to hold him down.

“Are you gonna cum for mommy?” you kissed beneath his ear and licked his lobe earning a shudder from the boy. You felt yourself growing tighter around him as you gripped his shoulders and moaned his name, momentarily breaking your character being too worried about your orgasm as it hit you in a flash.

You weren’t even done with your own high when suddenly you could feel him twitch inside you, shooting his load as his cock twitched until it stopped. You slacked against him and felt him lean against you, a sweet surrender shared between lovers.

“Fuck,’ you panted as you withdrew and removed his blindfold along with the gag before kissing him roughly. He did his best to keep up with the kiss, but was still too overcome with bliss and daze to do it very well.

“lets get you cleaned up, baby,” you climbed off him before untying his arms and leading him to the shower. Nero was silent most of the time, not even finding energy to make a snarky remark, but by the look on his face. He may be letting you take control more often.

[nautiscarader]

Hi, nautiscarader, it's ZekkKiray from AO3. My polite request would be Kim/Ron/Yori smutty fluffyness (or fluffy smuttiness), because all three deserve to be hyppa with their significant other (with Ron as the common denominator). Sincerly yours, ZekkKiray

Hi there, buddy! I hope I have satisfied your need of Kim/Ron/Yori goodness and made you hyppa. (and I wouldn’t say no to more prompts with these three)

Also, to all my followers, go and read ZekkKiray’s fic on Ao3, it is filled with KimRon goodness :)

Kim/Yori/Ron, E

(Ao3)

Kim really, really hoped the world wouldn’t need saving tonight, because if she had to choose, she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to.

Smooth, relaxing music filled the air of their college dorm, already thick and heavy from the amount of fragrances and the heat from their bodies alone. But that didn’t stop its inhabitants from engaging in the activities that caused that state - it only made them crave more.

Like a well-oiled machine, the three moved to the languorous, romantic tune, Ron trying to match bucking of his hips with the beat, as he pleasured his ladies. Kim and Yori tried to mimic him, replying to Ron’s steady moves with work of their own hips, mashing their pussies against each other while he dived between them.

Yori had her eyes closed, lack of one senses suddenly magnifying the other five tenfold, and her lovers made sure to supply her with tons of stimuli. Right now, Kim was in charge of kissing her, often wandering to her breasts, that were previously covered by Ron, thus completing the set. But of course, Yori couldn’t keep the sight of their love-making from too long. Her two American friends towered over her, though at the moment, she was the centre of their attention.

As if to prove it, Kim and Ron grabbed her and switched their position, placing her between each other. Yori automatically closed her arms around Ron’s neck and dived for a kiss, tasting the mixed flavours of both superheroes. She wanted to kiss Kim as well, but she had different plans for her lips: Yori giggled, when she felt kisses wandering on her back, until Kim Possible reached her ass, and in one, swift move sneaked underneath her. Yori let out a gasp when Kim’s tongue dived between her folds, and in turn, Kim cried when Ron dived into her pussy, thus completing a proper triangle.  

Though he certainly enjoyed sticking his cock between Kim’s and Yori’s folds, mashed to act like one pussy, he definitely preferred real one, especially since in this case he didn’t have to worry about Yori being left out. He knew Kim would be able to bring their friend to climax possibly faster than he ever could, while he repaid Kim with proper fucking.

Yori didn’t want to be just the receiving one: her hand dived between the two joined bodies of their friends: one caressing Kim’s lips, stretched and filled every few seconds by Ron’s manhood, and the other one underneath his balls, feeling their tense texture, hoping their boyfriend would present them a finish worthy of his powers.

As she did so, Yori mimicked Kim’s moves from earlier, kissing Ron’s chest, venturing lower and lower, until she didn’t have to use hands to stimulate Kim’s clit. A single flick of her tongue made Kim shudder, as she was suddenly loved by both of her lovers, and thus, she replied with the same unexpected move, listening to Yori’s cries when she was having some of her own medicine applied to her.

But Yori wouldn’t stop trying to outperform them. Her tongue lapped around both of their sexes, marvelling at the sight of Ron’s cock thrusting relentlessly in and out of Kim’s pussy. Her subtle addition had a profound effect on Ron, whose groans grew in volume, as Yori took more and more care of him. Feeling her twitch underneath her, Yori thought that Kim was about to come undone, but she soon realised that her cries were words.

- Rhon, shwitch!

Yori wanted to lift her body to let Kim speak clearly, but her intentions became obvious when Ron grabbed her head, and in one, quick move pulled out of Kim’s pussy and presented his throbbing, dripping cock in front of her. Yori didn’t waste a second and opened her mouth, which was soon filled to the brim with Ron’s manhood. Her vertical position allowed Ron to go as far as he wanted to, hitting the back of her throat easily, and Yori was not surprised when after just a few times of fucking her mouth, he was able to fit him completely, smelling his musky fragrance.

Ron was on cloud nine, alternating back and forth between Kim’s wet pussy and Yori’s equally welcoming, damp mouth, unsure where he’d finish. Fortunately, the answer came after just three or four minutes of his switcheroo. Kim’s steady work on Yori’s overflowing pussy meant that her body was shaking uncontrollably every few second or so, signalling the two her oncoming peak. Sandwiched between her lovers, Yori was on their mercy and only when she accepted that, she let go, allowing her climax that has been building in her loins for a long time to overcome and consume her.

- R-Ron! Kim! - she cried, just when Ron retreated himself from her mouth.

Kim eagerly drunk the sweet juices leaking from her pussy, experiencing first-hand how powerful Yori’s orgasm was, feeling underneath her fingertips her shaking body.  

Though the world around her was still spinning, and her whole body quivered, Yori was still vigilant; she grabbed Ron’s ass and pushed it forward, sheathing him completely inside her girlfriend, putting them on a straight road to their climaxes. The two were no longer making love, this was the raw power of the magnificent duo of Kim and Ron that Yori had the privilege to watch. Just a minute of Ron rutting Kim senselessly, combined with Yori’s careful caresses of her clit, was enough to bring world famous Kim Possible to her satisfying finish, which in turn dragged Ron with her.

Yori dotted her abdomen with kisses, as if she was trying to soothe the red-head that shivered and quaked underneath her, screaming and moaning against her pussy. But it was the rising voice of Ron they have been waiting for. Crying Kim’s name, Ron smashed himself one last time inside her, giving Yori chance to see Ron’s cock bulging underneath Kim’s skin, filling her with streams of his seed, infused with his mystical powers. She couldn’t see it, but as she pressed her hands and lips against Kim’s abdomen, she could almost feel their sexes pulsing in unison.

But Ron was one step ahead of her, and while he was in the middle of supplying Kim with his sperm, he pulled out granting Yori equal portion of his climax, spilled on her face and into her mouth, which she eagerly drank, letting satisfying moan after another.

It took the three a few more minutes to cool down from their orgasmic highs; Yori rolled to the side, letting Kim look at her lovers, after being underneath both of them, and she turned around so their lips could meet again. Kim’s marvellous, usually tidy hair were messy, a result of Yori mashing her pussy against her face for the last fifteen minutes or so. The girls exchanged a long, soothing kiss, during which Kim tasted the fruits of her labour, eagerly licking off globs of Ron’s cum sticking to Yori’s lips and cheeks.

A moment later, the mattress bumped up when Ron lay besides them as well, starting another series of kisses that seemed to go on forever. Each one of the three college students had so much to say to the other two, but the only way the could express their complex feelings was through their lips, though in case of Ron, his hands returned between the girls’ legs quite quickly.

The three rolled back and fourth, kissing, licking, and caressing each other, until Ron ended up in the middle of them, taking a well-deserved breath.

- Happy anniversary? - he looked between Kim and Yori, who both nodded. - Happy anniversary. - Happy anniversary, Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible. - Yori nodded her head, before they all laughed. - You know, I think we should thank our man here, Yori… For all the hard work he’s done - Kim suddenly spoke, dragging her finger across Ron’s chest, a gesture that made him flinch at once. - I agree, Kim Possible. - Yori replied, placing few kisses in the same places. - He has definitely proven himself. - Wh-Woah, wait, Kim, Yori, I, uh, - Ron stuttered, unable to find correct words - I’m not sure if right now I’ll be able to… - Oh, you will - Kim smiled - We’ll make sure of that.

The girls giggled, exchanged a kiss, and in sync turned around, giving Ron a stunning view of their asses and wet pussies, one of which (so far) overflowed with his cream. The ladies faced equally arousing sight of Ron’s cock, still covered in his seed from his previous orgasm. And so, without wasting any more time, Kim and Yori begun second part of their anniversary night, by putting Ron in the centre of attention with two, long licks on both sides of his cock.

Exactly one year ago, Yori’s month-long stay in America, filled with adventures she experienced alongside Kim and Ron culminated in a long night of passion, and while back then neither of them was sure if it was just lust that fuelled their frantic rutting, the three members of Team Possible now knew that it was definitely something more.